Yonaas

In a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by war with demonic forces, civilization as it once existed is all but gone. 

In its place, a new order had emerged, with humans developing magical abilities as each generation passed.

 To ensure the survival of their species, society had been divided into Circles, with each member guaranteed a specific job once they reached the age of eighteen.


Xylon Sinclair was an orphan with a limited affinity for magic, and he had been reincarnated as a punishment for his past deeds.

 In a former life, he was Zephyr, a powerful demon who served the mighty Balthyrov, the Lord of Demons, until he became a perceived threat. 
He got killed mercilessly and got forced to reincarnate as a fragile human being as a punishment. 


Upon reaching the age of eighteen, Xylon was told that he will become a Soul Keeper, a role that he knew nothing about. Despite his confusion, he had no choice but to accept this position. 


However, rather than following the status quo, Xylon experimented with the system, using his formal knowledge about the demon realm to resurrect demons from thousands of years ago.


 What had started as a mere curiosity soon turned into an obsession for Xylon. 


He was fascinated by the power that he could wield by bringing the ancient demons back from the dead. 

It was as if he had discovered a new realm of possibilities that he had never imagined before.

And then, he started to dream bigger...

Xylon Sinclair wanted to rule over both realms, human and demon realm...


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p.s: the cover is  purely mine , and it is made solely for this webnovel,  it shows Zephyr.
Well, i don't allow anyone to use it, it is purely made for "i farm demons" .

+ all the art you see in the comments is original and purely made for this book.


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I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

Xylon's words carried a weight of permission and understanding, an invitation for her to release the pent-up emotions that burdened her.

As he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, he could feel the warmth of her body and the faint tremors coursing through her frame.

Her body continued to tremble atop his, her turmoil evident in every shivering breath. Sensing her ongoing distress, Xylon extended his arms, his hands carefully finding their way to her long, dark hair cascading down her back.

He didn't pat or stroke her hair; instead, he simply touched it, his fingertips making contact with the strands.

As his hand gently made contact with her hair, a wave of warmth washed over Eva. She tore her gaze away from the void, her eyes now fixated on Xylon's body, which leaned against her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Even as Xylon allowed her the space to cry, Eva found herself unable to let her tears fall.

Don't... Eva! (mass release event ch 4)