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 moment she stepped onto the Bridge of Human God, the Lizard Queen once again stretched out her stout neck and let out a terrifying roar in all directions. River water mixed with her acidic, viscous saliva sprayed out with the sound waves, and even more terrifying was the horrendous stench that the air carried—a mix of stomach acid, rotted corpses and fermentation, among many other odors. It was so putrid that even the smell of a latrine that hadn't been cleaned in a hundred years wouldn't compare to a tenth of the stench emitted from her mouth. Many people uncontrollably doubled over and vomited on the spot, and this bio-attack was clearly tied to magic, to magic effects. 


In its wake also spread the true power belonging to magic. 


This was a natural ability only accessible to dragons of a certain age. 


Chapter 607: The Formidable Lizard Queen_3