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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For those who wanted to contact me, here is my discord : Yoonaas#3976


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.


my server :https://discord.gg/2X4kTvDUSu

I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

Xylon, setting down the cup of tea, turned his attention to the children.

"Yes?" he prompted, inviting them to articulate their thoughts.

"Your face... it's different," Lucas remarked, his words reflecting the unfiltered honesty of a child's perception.

Mia nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on Xylon's features with an innocent fascination.

Willy and Elara exchanged a scared glance, then quickly attempted to stifle any further conversation from their children.

Elara spoke with a forced cheerfulness, "Lucas, Mia, let's not bother our guest with such comments. We're grateful he found shelter here tonight."

Willy added, "Yes, we should focus on the warmth and safety this cabin provides during the storm. Let's enjoy our tea together."

Mia's innocent curiosity broke through the attempted redirection.

Her eyes held a mix of wonder and hesitation as she gathered the courage to voice her request, "Can I... can I touch your face?"

The myth