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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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Hallucinations

As the day progressed, Nyxera remained by Xylon's side, watching over him intently. The hours seemed to drag on, and with each passing minute, she felt her hope waning.

But suddenly, Xylon stirred and whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible.

"Take me to the gate," he said, his eyes still closed.

Nyxera leaned in closer, her heart racing with anticipation. She desperately wanted to know what he was talking about, what gate he meant.

She leaned over him, her face close to his, and asked, "What gate are you talking about?"

Xylon repeated his request, this time a bit louder, "Take me to the gate."

Nyxera was confused. She had lived in this area for a long time, and she had never heard of a gate.

She furrowed her brows and asked, "What gate? I don't know what you're talking about, human."

Xylon's breathing grew labored, and Nyxera could tell he was in great pain.