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's response was ice-cold, an arctic breeze cutting through the charged atmosphere.

He withdrew, creating a perceptible distance between them, as if her words had triggered an instinctive need for self-preservation.

"Your speculative musings hardly interest me, Eva," he retorted, his voice devoid of the slightest warmth.

The storm in his eyes transformed into an impenetrable glacial gaze, shutting out any flicker of vulnerability.

Eva, undeterred by the frigid reception, pressed on, her gaze unwavering.

"Tell me, brother, were we entangled in a web of animosity in our past life? Did I, in some twisted way, contribute to the darkness that festers within you?"

His lips curled into a contemptuous smirk, a manifestation of his disdain for such introspection. "You overestimate your significance," he replied with chilling nonchalance. "Our past is irrelevant,."

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