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

As Xylon stepped into Ferid's room, the bodies of the four guards were lifeless behind him.

The scent of blood lingered in the air, a reminder of the guards he had just dispatched.

Xylon's grip on his bloodied sword tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Anger and determination burned within him, fueled by what his sister had endured.

As Xylon entered Ferid's room, he was met with a scene that both disgusted and infuriated him.

Ferid lay on the bed, completely naked, his eyes fixated on a lewd display unfolding before him.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and heavy breathing, overshadowing the seriousness of their confrontation.

A man, oblivious to Xylon's presence, was engrossed in his own pleasure, thrusting vigorously into a young woman who was equally lost in the act.

The atmosphere was thick with lust and depravity, a stark contrast to the gravity of their surroundings.

His revenge