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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

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Zephyr's tattoo( mass release 2)

The skyer, driven by desperation, exclaimed in a trembling voice, "I have proof, Xylon Sinclair! But I don't think you'll believe it.

 After all, you never met our brother or our mother, and all we have is a single thing that connects us."

Xylon's curiosity flickered, though his skepticism lingered. "What proof do you claim to have?" he demanded.

The skyer, his hands shaking with a mixture of fear and determination, reached for the hem of his strange shirt.

 With careful motions, he lifted the shirt, exposing his bare back. Before he could utter a word, Xylon stood in shock. In a swift motion, he walked towards the skyer, a sense of urgency guiding his steps. Without hesitation, Xylon pushed him to the ground to take a closer look at the arcane markings etched into the skin.

Xylon remained in a state of profound stillness, his eyes fixed upon the intricate markings adorning the skyer's back. Time seemed to stretch indefinitely as he stood there.