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

"Abyssal Jackalweres? Bone Claw? I hadn't expected to be reunited with old friends, it seems Arms really did exchange the method of crafting Bone Claws with the Ghost Witch Assembly of Far Sea Marsh," Gaven continued to press, "Do you know anything about the fog that shrouds the Far Sea Marsh?"


"I haven't figured that out yet," the Jackalwere Monk shook his head, "One thing is for certain, the fog is not a natural occurrence, it is closely related to the Legendary Ghost Witch Gathering. They regard it as their greatest secret, guarding it so closely that even their most trusted confidants are not easily told."


"This issue is not of much use to us this time, let's set it aside for now," Gaven suggested, "You have had a trying time recently, Master. Why not stay here and recuperate for a while before making other plans?"


Chapter 602: Deploying Troops and Generals_2