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

When Eva encountered Akuna the following day, her frustration bubbled to the surface like a tempestuous storm.

Xylon's fixation on her departure lingered heavily in her mind, haunting every waking moment.

The morning had begun abruptly, as he woke her with an air of indifference, only to declare his decision that she should return to Havag.

Her discontent grew as she pondered his apparent disregard for her safety, especially concerning the looming threats from Ferid Juccon and the council.

A wave of disappointment crashed over her, wishing that he cared enough to consider the dangers that awaited her.

But Xylon remained unmoved, seemingly indifferent to the perils that lurked in the shadows.

The weight of his decision and the secret command he had imprinted on her soul left an indelible mark on their interactions. Eva found herself unable to meet his gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Their last day togother