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

Observing the village, Xylon noted the modesty of the people's cabins. In a place where magic could have manifested in sophisticated ways, the reality was starkly different.

The cabins stood as humble structures, bearing the weight of a simple and challenging rural existence.

"Just came to realize I haven't sensed divine energy since I got here," Xylon muttered to himself.

"I could tell that there are people living in these houses, yet... there is no divine energy inside of them," Xylon observed.

As he pondered the peculiar lack of divine energy, Xylon's attention was drawn to a scene unfolding before him.

An old man in his fifties, burdened by the weight of years, trudged through the snow. Two children, approximately 10 and 8 years old, accompanied him, each bearing a wooden bag laden with logs for the fireplace.

They were all clad in layers of warm clothing, a testament to their resilience in the harsh wintry environment.

Your face ...is