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

As Xylon and Iclyn opened their eyes the next day, a sense of disorientation washed over them.

As Xylon surveyed their surroundings, his gaze fell upon the familiar borders in the distance, and a surge of anger pulsed through him. With a bitter curse, he spat out words tinged with frustration.

"Damn Eva," he growled, his voice laced with resentment. "Always meddling with my thoughts, especially when I'm trying to focus."

Iclyn, still reeling from the disorientation of their sudden relocation, was perplexed by Xylon's outburst.

She couldn't fathom the source of his anger, nor the mention of someone named Eva. Yet, a wave of relief washed over her as she realized they were no longer stranded in the heart of the desert.

Standing on her feet, Iclyn spoke with a mixture of gratitude and relief. "We're safe now, thanks to you, Xylon," she said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I thought I was going to perish in that desert."