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

"I don't know what the General may be lacking, but if there is anything at all the Selcok family can do, we will spare no effort," Mickros was somewhat unable to fathom Goste's thoughts.


"As for your favor, I'll owe it for now, and since the Castellan has denied your proposal, I couldn't possibly go against his elder, sending troops to aid you. However, I can show you a clear path. Whether it will succeed, though, will depend on you," Goste certainly wouldn't tell Mickros that simply muddying the situation in the Goblin Margins was very advantageous to him. It was precisely during times of instability that a general would take center stage, not during peaceful times.


As for whether the Conqueror Army would be defeated in the Goblin Margins or would uproot the local forces there, it made no significant difference to him.


"Please speak, General," Mickros's mind unwittingly stirred, guessing what the other might intend.


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