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

Once those corpses were scattered, if not quickly taken away, I feared they'd soon be reabsorbed by the Corpse Spider Elf, rendering all efforts futile.


Gaven pressed his advantage relentlessly, seizing the moment to take a giant sliding step, propelling himself right next to the leg of a nearby Corpse Spider, and the Fine Gold Anchor he had already swung came crashing down with force.


The spectacle was truly grand, with the landing point of the Fine Gold Anchor inevitably producing a thunderous boom, corpses flying everywhere, and those at the point of impact being smashed into a pulp.


Together with the Fine Gold Coffin, the Fine Gold Anchor weighed twelve tons—the Monkey King's Golden Cudgel only weighed six thousand seven hundred and fifty kilograms, just half of that.


It was hard to find anything in the world that could withstand such a bombarding force, so on impact, the Corpse Spider Elf immediately lost another leg.


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