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 confronted Groodal with dark intent in his eyes. To him, Groodal was nothing more than a tool in the past and also now ..

As the battle raged on, Xylon couldn't help but notice Nyxera's expression.

Her face contorted with pain and terror, but she obeyed his commands without question.

It was a stark departure from the past 18 years of his existence as a human .

In those years, he had often felt like an outsider, a mere shadow of his former self, constantly grappling with his diminished powers and status.

But now, as Groodal threatened their very lives, he relished the sight of Nyxera's unwavering obedience.

It was a reminder of the respect he once commanded among his fellow demons, and it fueled his determination to ascend back to that throne of power.

With an air of grim resolve, Xylon tapped into the deep well of his dark knowledge.

Amidst the chaotic clash with Groodal, the colossal rock demon made his move.

The Groodal