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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For those who wanted to contact me, here is my discord : Yoonaas#3976


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.


my server :https://discord.gg/2X4kTvDUSu

I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

Eva's fingers froze as she felt his lips on the tattoo, and she couldn't help but speak, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, "Are you trying to activate it?"

Xylon's warm breath caressed the sensitive skin of Eva's neck, his lips hovering dangerously close to her slavery tattoo.

He didn't touch  her neck again, but the mere proximity of his lips sent a shiver through her.

The room seemed to close in around them, the air charged with an electrifying tension.

His voice, filled with a possessive resolve, deepened the intimacy of the moment.

"And what if I am?" he repeated, each word dripping with a firm determination that made it clear he was unapologetic about his actions even when that happened by surprise.

She just couldn't find the words to respond to his bold question.

Her heart raced, and her breaths quickened as she remained locked in that intimate embrace, her fingers still lingering near his hair.

It gets sweeter ..[R18]