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

Eva remained nestled against Xylon's shoulder, the weight of her emotions heavy upon her.

Time seemed to stretch as they sat together, a silent tableau of support and understanding.

Xylon held his position, a steadfast presence that offered solace without intrusion..

It wasn't until he heard the telltale sound of her sobs that he stirred.

The heartrending sound tugged at his heartstrings, stirring a mix of empathy and concern.

Gently, he urged her away, creating a space between them to better assess her well-being.

Their eyes met, and he was met with a plea, her voice laden with vulnerability.

"Please don't look at me." Her words hung in the air, a stark admission of her inner turmoil and her reluctance to expose her pain to his gaze.

The vulnerability in her eyes mirrored the pain she carried within.

Eva's face was a canvas of pain, every contour reflecting the torment that had taken hold of her.

Inside the bathroom