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

Had he known earlier, Gaven would have unleashed this ability and gone on a killing spree, and now it wasn't too late.


"Protect me, protect me now!" The Necromancer frantically retreated in the direction away from the Six-armed Snake Demon, having witnessed the terrifying attack power of his adversary, how could he dare allow her to get close?


He possessed neither the powerful defenses of the Giant Dragon nor the ability to parry swiftly; once she got close, what followed was akin to chopping vegetables; he simply couldn't withstand her two full rounds of assault.


Even if she was in a physical state, he dared not easily attempt to use Necromancy to attack because the speed of his spell preparation was definitely not faster than her transformation into Nightshadow.


The Bone Claws desperately came to his aid, their intelligent selves aware that in such a special battle situation, once the leading Necromancer died, they would surely not escape unscathed.


Chapter 562: One Wrong Step Leads to Another_3