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

"Goblin Giants Corps, capture the city," Gaven issued a new order.


"For the Lord, for glory, for victory, follow me into the fray," Blood Oath Warlord Thomas roared, taking the lead as he charged toward the Tower War Chariots that had advanced to within ten meters of Efanso.


"For the Lord, for glory, for victory, charge!"


All the Goblin Giants responded, took long strides, treaded on the muddy ground, braved the storm, and charged toward Efanso's city walls.


Although there were only a hundred of them, the sound of their charge was like that of thousands of troops launching an assault.


The Tower War Chariots had already cleared the path for their attack; they only needed to follow this road and charge forward. The only thing Efanso could do was to have its Archers rain arrows down on them.


Hobgoblin Giants held up the wooden shields they had dismantled from the sides of carts high above their heads, their speed unabated.


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