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

Xylon whispered words, a blend of frustration and amusement, were a soft exhale against her skin, each syllable laden with an unspoken weight.

"Fuck...sister...you have no idea," his voice, a murmur that held a hint of exasperation, seemed to caress the air like a gentle breeze.

The words hung there, suspended between them like a fragile web.

Eva's reaction was immediate – her eyes fluttered open, her gaze searching for the source of his sudden proximity.

Her breath caught in her throat, a gasp of surprise that escaped her lips as her heart quickened in its rhythm.

Her senses were heightened, the awareness of his closeness an electrifying sensation that seemed to linger in the air .

She felt a rush of air leave her lungs as Xylon's smile, a soft curve of his lips that seemed to carry an undercurrent of affection, met her gaze.

His words, delivered with a touch of playful fondness, cast a different light upon the situation.

Fuck...sister ....you have no idea !