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

Jake's heart sank, the realization dawning upon him that his father's commitment to his cause ran deeper than he had imagined. The gulf between them seemed insurmountable, their perspectives irreversibly opposed.

"You're wrong," Jake said, his voice laden with sorrow. "Change cannot be built upon a foundation of bloodshed and destruction. There must be another way, a path that upholds justice and preserves life.

"What you and your circle are doing is just fucking destruction!" Jake's voice resonated with a mixture of anger and desperation. His words were laced with a sense of urgency, a plea to make his father understand.

"The real enemy is not the Prime Circle. The real enemy is the demons that keep getting closer. What you're doing is going to kill all of us in no time!"

He brushed past his father, his heart heavy with the weight of his words. All he wanted now was to return home and seek solace with his grandmother, Jena.

You are an accomplice..