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

When Rogan's momentum reached a peak, a more terrifying power surged from the end of the Shadow Chains, along with a horrifying will.


Feeling this terrifying will, Rogan did not feel fear but was overwhelmed with intense anger. He screamed, "Get out, this is my body, this is my strength, this is my revenge, get out of here."


"When you accepted my help, this revenge was no longer yours, but mine, you fool. Your only goal is revenge, why care who the Blasphemer dies at the hands of? Accept my power, only then you can confront him." A strange female voice emitted from Rogan's mouth, first crisp like a young girl's, then deep and husky like an old woman's.


This voice belonged to the Undying Goddess of Vengeance, Chiaranlisha. Known as the Lady of the Dead, she always had many facets, and no one knew which one was truly her.


"Is it your revenge, or is it mine?" Rogan regained control and screamed back, "I can give up everything else, but not this, even if you are a goddess."


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