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

In the charged atmosphere, Xylon stood poised, his dark energy swirling around him like an ominous storm.

The skyers, both the first and the second, were visibly taken aback by the sheer intensity of the energy that emanated from him.

Their eyes bore the traces of recognition mingled with a profound sense of confusion—a recognition that hinted at their understanding of the nature of his power.

Caught in a moment of uncertainty, the second skyer was the first to break the silence, his voice edged with intrigue and bewilderment.

"Are you using a shapeshifting spell?" he questioned, attempting to make sense of the extraordinary aura that surrounded Xylon.

A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of Xylon's lips as he retorted, his words carrying a playful tone of assertion.

"I think that you are the ones who are shapeshifting," he suggested, his gaze steady and unwavering.

The skyers, Are they ....?