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

Eva's sudden movement was like a whirlwind, a flurry of activity that stirred the air.

She snatched the cover and deftly draped it around her form, the fabric cascading over her like a protective shield.

Her movements were efficient, almost instinctual, as if she were driven by an urgent need to leave.

Her fingers reached for her dress, the fabric a testament to her need for cover and reassurance.

Clutching the fabric to her chest, she turned towards the bathroom, her steps measured yet swift as she navigated the space between the bed and the door.

Her thoughts were a maelstrom of emotions – embarrassment, anticipation, and a hint of exhilaration, all intertwined in a complex dance.

As she moved, the echoes of her departure seemed to linger in the place she had left behind.

Xylon's lips curved into a gentle smile, a silent acknowledgment of the vulnerability that had driven her actions.

Eva ...I know what you did !