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 frustration simmered beneath the surface as he stared at the girl, his hand still stained with Sif's blood.

The weight of the situation bore down on him, knowing that time was slipping away and the chances of obtaining the answers he sought were diminishing.

The girl, sensing his anger and impatience, reached out and gently grasped Xylon's bloodied hand.

Her touch was surprisingly sudden, her eyes pleading with him to listen, to understand. Her voice trembled as she spoke, emphasizing her words with fervent repetition.

"You are Eva's brother, Eva Sinclair. I mean it," she insisted, her voice laced with a mixture of hope and desperation.

Xylon studied the girl's features, taking note of the striking red hue that now adorned her hair, contrasting with her natural brunette locks.

Her dark eyes held a hint of mystery, her curves accentuating her body's allure. While he couldn't place her face in his memories.

The truth about Eva