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

The path ahead was far from paved with simplicity; the intricacies of their situation were as complex as the divided sentiments among the people.

A palpable split had emerged, a schism that mirrored the depths of conviction held by the villagers.

Among them, a faction resonated with Xylon's actions, recognizing the truth in his exposure of their leader's deceit.

Yet, juxtaposed against them were those who remained steadfast in their unwavering belief in their leader, unwilling to relinquish their faith even in the face of mounting evidence.

In the heart of the modest village of Warka, the ripple effect of these conflicting allegiances spread with a fervor akin to wildfire.

The closely-knit community, though not vast in size, became a stage where fervent debates and impassioned conversations ignited.

Opinions clashed and words echoed through the winding alleys, carried by the wind like whispers of change and dissent.

That is why I killed him....