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

Eva's heart sank as Xylon's words sliced through her like a dagger.

She had hoped that her impulsive act of vulnerability, the kiss on his cheek, would at least elicit a flicker of understanding from him.

Instead, he had dismissed it as a "stupid kiss," leaving her feeling exposed and hurt.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and her lips trembled with a mix of emotions.

She had taken a risk, baring a part of her soul to him in a desperate attempt to bridge the growing chasm between them.

But all she received in return was rejection and indifference.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.

She was torn between wanting to walk away and wanting to scream at him, to make him understand the pain he was causing her with his callous words and actions.

"Why do you have to be so cruel?" she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

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