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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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Truly be claimed

The grip was firm, almost bruising, daring her to defy its hold. Eva tensed, her mind racing with apprehension as she struggled to discern the speaker.

With a swift and forceful motion, the figure maneuvered her body, twisting her around to face him.

 Eva's eyes widened in recognition, her breath catching in her throat. It was Xylon, his blue eyes ablaze with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I-I wasn't trying to..." Eva's voice faltered, but Xylon's grip tightened around her trembling form, his touch like a vice closing in on her fragile frame.

As he drew her closer, he couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of her distress—the tears glistening in her eyes, the flush of heat coloring her cheeks, the rapid rhythm of her panicked breaths.

Eva's resistance crumbled at the realization of Xylon's identity. A sense of resignation washed over her, leaving her paralyzed and unable to move.