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I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

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... //////////////// 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

Yonaas · Fantasy
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Loveless...

As Xylon stirred from his restless slumber, his mind awoke to a cruel reality. 

The remnants of his nightmares lingered, haunting his thoughts with their vivid and unsettling imagery. 

It felt as though he had traversed a labyrinth of darkness, encountering countless deaths and unimaginable horrors.

His head throbbed with an intensity that seemed to match the weight of the nightmares he had endured. 

The lines between dream and reality blurred, leaving him disoriented and drained. 

It was as if he had not found any respite at all during the night, as if sleep had become a battlefield for his troubled subconscious.

With each passing moment, the memories of those haunting dreams etched themselves deeper into his psyche.

As Xylon grappled with the weight of his nightmares, an additional layer of anxiety settled upon him: the absence of Eva.