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, still feeling the warmth of his touch, contemplated pulling her fingers away as he started to speak.

However, before she could make her move, Xylon held her hand firmly but gently, keeping her fingertips in place as he said : "Not yet."

Eva gazed at Xylon, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt herself melting under his gaze.

The gentleness of her fingers on his lips had ignited something within him, and he wanted to feel her presence even more.

His longing for her closeness was evident in the way he held her hand against his lips, silently urging her to continue exploring.

Xylon guided Eva's fingers further, his own trembling slightly as they moved toward the soft locks of his hair at the back of his head.

His eyes never left hers, a silent plea within them, urging her to continue this intimate exploration.

Eva's touch was feather-light, her fingers tracing the contours of his scalp and the strands of his hair.

Why can't you just love me?