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 burst into tears, Xylon stood tall, towering over her with an enigmatic presence.

His eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face, a mixture of emotions flickering in his gaze.

Beneath his cold exterior, there was a hidden anger simmering.

At first, Xylon assumed that her tears were a result of the cut she had caused on her finger.

He couldn't understand why she was crying so vehemently over a seemingly trivial injury.

But as he observed her closely, the truth began to dawn on him. Her tears were not merely about the cut; they were a manifestation of the emotional pain.

The words she had spoken moments ago, the ones he had never expected to hear from her lips – "I hate you, Xylon" – echoed in his mind.

As Eva's sobs echoed in the room, her tears flowed unabated, a torrent of emotions she could no longer contain.

I want you to sleep with me,Eva !!!