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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For those who wanted to contact me, here is my discord : Yoonaas#3976


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.


my server :https://discord.gg/2X4kTvDUSu

I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

As Eva fought against the oppressive hold of the boy, his grip tightening with each passing moment, her body trembled with a mix of fear and determination.

Sweat trickled down her brow as she strained against the pressure, desperation fueling her resistance.

Yet, despite her valiant efforts, the boy's strength prevailed, keeping her firmly in his grasp.

In that tense moment, Josie's smile only added to Eva's confusion and growing apprehension.

How could she be so nonchalant in the face of her distress?

Eva's eyes darted to the others, their presence looming like an unseen force, ready to join in the struggle at any given command.

Amidst the struggle, Josie's words cut through the air, carrying a chilling weight.

"My father would be pleased to see this, all his past researches would be finally getting more vital informations "

Eva's mind raced, trying to piece together the implications of Josie's words.

Charles Ko, the leader of Waraka