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.


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I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

Eva, her eyes still swollen from the tears shed the night before, reluctantly opened them to a new day.

The haunting echoes of her dismissal by Xylon lingered in her mind, casting a shadow over her fragile emotions.

As she tried to make sense of the tumultuous events, the first thing that met her gaze was a familiar face—Sylvan.

His vibrant goldeneyes locked onto hers, captivated by her with an intensity that momentarily stole her breath.

Confusion etched across Eva's features as she took a moment to register the presence of Sylvan.

His amusement played on the edges of his expression, adding an intriguing layer to the already perplexing situation.

The stark contrast between Sylvan's easy demeanor and Eva's bewildered state set the stage for a moment where uncertainty and curiosity converged.

"Sylvan," she stammered, confusion etched across her features. "What are you doing here?"

Eva and Sylvan