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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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Burned out by fever

Xylon stormed out of the cave, his fury mounting with every step.

 "Bloody hell," he seethed, his voice laced with anger. "I can't believe she didn't heal her." 

Each word dripped with frustration as he cursed under his breath. "What's the point of having magic if you won't use it when it counts? this is just ridiculous!" 

His fingers clenched tightly at Eva's body as he struggled to contain his rage at Iclyn.

 "I'll deal with her later," he muttered darkly..

When he finally looked at the sky, he noticed that night had descended upon the land, casting a cloak of darkness over the world. 

Despite his initial anger at Iclyn, he begrudgingly acknowledged her strength later on . 

He knew that if she claimed that Eva's ailment was beyond the reach of magical healing remedies, then there was only one recourse left: to return to the farm.

There, amidst the power of the pound, lay the last hope for Eva's healing.