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 voice trembled, and she could feel her heart pounding fiercely in her chest as she struggled to find the right words.

"Xylon, Xylon," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the tumultuous emotions.

"Just... I know it, I know that you hate me. You've said it multiple times, and I... I believe it too. I believe the fact that you hate me, I believe that I failed as a family member..." Her voice trailed off, choked by a surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling on top of them, her eyes filled with tears. She felt the weight of his disdain like a heavy burden on her shoulders, and yet she refused to let it crush her completely.

"But," she continued, her voice gaining a fraction of strength, "don't say a single thing about how I'm feeling." Her words wavered, the intensity of her emotions threatening to break through the fragile facade she had carefully constructed.

In our past life !