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

Xylon's patience wore thin, his gaze piercing and relentless as he pressed her for answers.

"Speak, Eva, now," he demanded, his voice a harsh rasp that cut through the silence like a knife. "Tell me everything."

But Eva's attempts to comply were futile, her words reduced to a jumbled mess of stuttered syllables and broken fragments.

With each failed attempt, her frustration grew, mingling with the searing pain that pulsed through her veins like fire.

"Pl-please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. But Xylon remained unmoved, his eyes cold and unforgiving as he loomed over her with an air of ruthless determination.

With a trembling hand, Eva reached up to grasp her throbbing neck, her fingers trembling as they traced the lines of the glowing tattoo.

The pain was unbearable, a relentless torment that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

Obey !