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

Had the Spirit Soul Naga not pondered the very things he mentioned?


Put nicely, the Lizard Queen is their Blackscaled Lizardfolk's Creator, their ancestress, their sovereign, their deity.


Put bluntly, she is Tun Marsh's biggest, greediest Myriad-Leech Monster, tightly latched onto the Blackscaled Lizardfolk's bodies, greedily siphoning their blood, sucking every last nutrient from them to the point of severely hindering the tribe's growth and development.


From the Lizard Queen's recent reaction, it's evident that she wouldn't reject any request from the Conqueror Army, at least not in the short term. Hence, all the burdens will undoubtedly be shifted without reserve onto the Blackscale Lizardman Tribe.


One-fifth of the able-bodied plus one-tenth of the catch sound terribly steep.


Chapter 650: Tune Autonomous Region