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

"You're brothers! You and the other one, and somehow... you have another brother... and your mother knew Balthyrov... and!!!" Xylon exclaimed, summarizing the scattered information from the second skyer's confession. His words held a tinge of impatience, as if he sought to piece together the fragmented puzzle presented before him.

In an abrupt and chilling display of power, Xylon cast a spell, conjuring a prison made of glass. The transparent enclosure seemed devoid of air, a suffocating trap designed to induce slow torment rather than immediate death.

It was a calculated move, a method to instill fear and urgency without delivering a fatal blow.

The second skyer found himself confined within the transparent walls, the air within the glass prison growing thinner with every passing moment.

Panic and dread flickered in his eyes as the realization of the impending suffocation set in.

His name is Zephyr!