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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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This is wrong , you are not Eva !

As Zephyr settled onto the luxurious expanse of his bed, the air in his pleasure palace seemed heavy with anticipation. 

He had taken great care to ensure that he would be the sole inhabitant of this sanctuary . 

Yet, as he closed his eyes, seeking the solace of rest, a peculiar sensation gripped him.

His senses, heightened in his demonic form, suddenly sharpened to an acute awareness of a presence drawing nearer.

 A disconcerting chill prickled at the back of his neck, and his crimson eyes, accustomed to the darkness, detected movement beyond the boundaries of his room. 

The presence was stealthy, elusive, and by the time he discerned it, it was already at his door.

Confusion coursed through him as he attempted to analyze the situation. 

He had no memory of summoning anyone to this private refuge.

 Doubt crept into his mind as he watched the door slowly creak open.