Eternal Night Knight

Here is Felen.
In this world, myriad intelligent races nurture the tree of life, with humans merely on the ascent.
Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Demi-Humans, Sea Elves, Merfolk—all inhabit their secluded island cities, while the wilderness teems with settlements of Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs, Jackalweres, Gnolls, and diverse Monster Tribes.
Each intelligent race meticulously tends to their affairs for survival and the perpetuation of their kind.
From the Fairy Wilderness to the Shadow Plane, the Ether Plane, and the Starry Realm—countless planes entwine with the Material Plane, blending seamlessly.
In their God Kingdoms, the Gods scheme and vie for worship, manipulating all beings as pawns in their cosmic game.
Within the depths of the Hell Abyss, devils and demons whisper, lusting after mortal souls.
An ancient evil lies dormant, awaiting the world's descent into another cycle of chaos.
The echoes of the Giant Empire still resonate across this ancient land.
The colossal shadows of Giant Dragons still darken the skies of this realm.
Gaven, the Legendary Warrior reborn, assumes the mantle of Fate Reshaper, threading through the fissures of destiny. With his prophetic foresight, he charts a careful and strategic path, shaping a future of his own making and averting impending tragedy.
Gaven embarks on an unorthodox journey of magic farming—Gnolls mine for him, Fairies tend his fields, and Giants lead his charges. For indeed, Magic Farming is the true road to supremacy.
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In this Lord's tale of Magic Farming, the narrative may unfold slowly, so please extend a measure of patience and support.
Preparation is extensive, with a swift writing pace, ample drafts in reserve, and an unwavering commitment to integrity.

Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

The downpour negatively impacted the defense equipment of Efanso on the city walls, as the crossbow arrows and stones they fired began to lose their force. The ropes used to launch these crossbow ammunitions were soaked, severely affecting their elasticity.


Of course, such a storm couldn't have fallen out of nowhere as a favor from heaven to the Conqueror Army.


It was the handiwork of a Transcendent Druid.


Manipulation of Weather, a Seventh-Ring Spell.


The spell had a vast range, encompassing not only the entire battlefield but also the greater part of Efanso City in its deluge.


Unlike the temporary intermediate-low-level Barrier of Spell Immunity, this spell had been cast twenty minutes earlier.


These wide-reaching spells, especially those influencing the weather, required a long time to deeply harmonize with nature before they could be cast, and the spell took some time to take effect after that.


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