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 Theser Kingdom had been plagued by wars for the past half-century, and militia training was extremely widespread. For many children, the first thing they learned to pick up was not a knife and fork for eating but a wooden sword for training. This was necessary for their self-preservation and survival. The journey of thousands of kilometers, plus a month of marching and training on the go, had thoroughly armed them both physically and mentally.


"Long spears! Stab!" These close-combat fighters were just pinning down these intruding enemies; they were not fighting alone.


At a command, countless long spears pierced out from all directions.


These long spears were not only from those armed immigrants who had pushed their way next to the tower war chariots but also a large part from the chariots themselves. The surfaces of these chariots were not empty but filled with fist-sized openings, large enough for long spears to jab through.


Chapter 606: Battle for the Bridge of Human God_3