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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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Nyxera's servitude

Xylon didn't squander a single moment. With the crystal in hand, he hastened his exit from the abyssal dungeon, his steps echoing in the eerie silence. 

As he emerged into the dim light of the abyss's outer chamber, he found Nyxera waiting there, her expression a mélange of anxiety and relief.

"I cleared this dungeon," Xylon stated succinctly, his voice carrying the weight of his recent confrontation with the smoky demon. 

Nyxera turned to face him, her eyes filled with worry that had brewed during his absence. 

She had remained outside as per Xylon's strict orders, unable to venture into the treacherous depths herself.

A mix of emotions played across Nyxera's face – relief that he had returned unharmed, concern for the dangers he had faced, and the ever-present sense of duty that bound them together in their quest.

Nyxera's heart raced as she heard Xylon's words, her inner turmoil evident in the quiver of her voice. 

"Lord, " she said.