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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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Inside the bathtub

Pausing to analyze Eva's features, he couldn't suppress the flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"What have you done to me, Eva? Normally, I would've..." His voice trailed off, his words laden with unspoken implications.

He shook his head, as if trying to dispel the unsettling thoughts that had crept into his mind. "Forget it," he muttered, the frustration evident in his tone. "It doesn't matter now."

As the hours stretched on, Xylon's attention remained solely focused on Eva.

His fingers traced endless patterns along the curve of her neck, his touch gentle yet purposeful.

With each motion, he observed her closely, his gaze scanning every inch of her form for any sign of discomfort or distress.

Every sob, every moan elicited a sharp pang of concern, driving him to redouble his efforts to ensure her comfort.