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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 · Fantasia
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Balthyrov is ....our ...

As Xylon uttered those words, they carried an implicit threat, a sharp warning that hung in the air. 

It was a message aimed at Josie—a reminder that her life and the fate of her followers were precariously balanced on a knife's edge. 

He spoke with an undertone of menace, his voice a chilling embodiment of the consequences that would unfold if her words were anything less than truth.

The full moon illuminated the night sky with an ethereal brilliance, casting a radiant glow over the surroundings. 

Its luminous light allowed Xylon and Josie to see clearly even from a distance.

 The moon's presence was both a blessing and a harbinger of their imminent encounter with the skyers, the creatures for whom they had prepared the gruesome feast.

Josie's experience had been overwhelming from the start. 

Attending to the signal for the first time, she was forced to confront the gruesome reality of their practices.