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

The Spirit Soul Naga nodded to Mickros and said, "Sir, please go ahead."


Mickros sighed helplessly in his mind. This was the most stubborn Monster Force he had encountered. Despite their formidable strength, they remained cautious, repeatedly gathering and verifying information from all quarters, fearing that he was an enemy sent to trap them.


Now that all the information had been fully confirmed, they were still not letting him leave, holding him tightly in their grasp. The Spirit Soul Naga hovered around him twenty-four hours a day, even while sleeping; did it not realize that its appearance was highly frightening to ordinary people?


Waking up in the dead of night to see a face that was neither human nor snake just a short distance away, staring unblinkingly at him, would scare anyone half to death.


It seemed that only if they devoured the Conqueror Army would they let him go. If they suffered a defeat by the Conqueror Army, it certainly wouldn't bode well for him.


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