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

Eva's head spun with dizziness, her vision blurring as she struggled to stay conscious beneath Sylvan's weight.

She felt like a helpless prey ensnared by a predator, unable to escape his grasp.

Sylvan's voice echoed in her ears, each word dripping with venom and accusation.

She wanted to push him away, to scream for help, but her limbs felt like lead, her body refusing to obey her commands.

As darkness threatened to engulf her, Eva's thoughts raced frantically.

She knew she was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, her body betraying her in the face of Sylvan's rage.

As the darkness closed in around her, the last thing Eva saw was Sylvan's hand, poised menacingly above her face.

It hovered there like a specter of impending violence, casting a shadow over her fading consciousness.

Fear gripped her heart like icy fingers as she braced herself for the blow, her mind racing with terrifying possibilities.

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