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

The man's eyes widened, and with a sudden urgency, he stood abruptly, leaving his half-empty tea pot on the wooden table.

His hands trembled as he rushed to the window, peering out into the storm as if searching for an elusive truth.

"We never met it, Xylon. We were never capable of finding it," Willy confessed, his voice betraying a mixture of fear and frustration.

The wind outside howled, harmonizing with the tension within the cabin.

The shadows cast by the firelight played on the lines of worry etched across Willy's face.

The room seemed to close in, amplifying the weight of the unspoken mystery that surrounded the village. Xylon, sensing the gravity of the situation, remained seated, his gaze fixed on Willy.

"Why? What hinders your efforts?" Xylon inquired, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of curiosity.

The enemy