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's fingers trembled slightly as they hovered just inches from Xylon's face.

Her eyes, filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion, gazed into his.

It was as if she needed to touch him to reassure herself that he was truly alive and well.

"You are okay," she whispered softly, her voice barely more than a fragile breath.

The words were meant for Xylon, but they were also a reassurance to herself, an affirmation that her risky actions had not been in vain.

Akuna voiced her worries about Eva giving so much of her blood and how they had struggled to wake her.

Eva's hand, which had been poised to touch Xylon, fell gently onto the bed.

Her fingers grazed the fabric as she listened to Akuna's words.

With a faint smile and unwavering determination, she whispered, "I gave him what he needed. Don't worry, Akuna. I'm okay."

The quiet tension