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

"Come inside, come inside," Gaven said, naturally cautious of eavesdroppers as the upcoming matters likely involved military secrets.


"Right, on our way here, we encountered a unique friend," Gim pointed to someone nearby and continued, "He claims to be a friend of the General and has brought intelligence from Far Sea Marsh for the General to discern its authenticity."


A tall figure emerged from nothingness, covered in spotted long fur, with a sturdy body slightly hunched, yellow pupils, a round nose, and a protruding face filled with sharp fangs—it was unmistakably a Jackalwere.


What was unique was that the Jackalwere's eyes did not possess the typical greed and ferocity of his kin, but rather an endless calm and tranquility, resembling an enlightened monk.


"Flinn," Gaven identified him, a genuine joy visible on his face, as he continued enthusiastically, "He indeed is my friend. Come in, come in."


A Jackalwere Monk like Flinn was probably unique throughout all of Felen.


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