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

Xylon found it unexpectedly amusing how cruel these people were even to their own.

Despite not appearing authoritative, Josie's knowledge implicated her, paralleling her father's guilt.

Amidst laughter, he quipped, "Grilling them at midnight for a secret signal, huh? Any special seasoning or ingredients?"

He continued to chuckle as she remained at his feet, sobbing and repeating apologies.

Remaining bowed at his feet, her voice trembled amidst sobs as she uttered, "I don't know... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Xylon's lips curled into a smirk, and he responded, "Well, that's rather amusing, if you ask me."

Josie grappled with her guilt, her mind clouded by his cryptic remark.

Attempting to justify her actions, she began, "You see, they're not exactly fresh when we burn them. They've been gone for a very long time…"

Xylon's lips subtly curved, concealing a suppressed smile, before his gaze averted elsewhere.

The Arcane Mortuary