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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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You're shouting !

To him, it felt as though everyone around him was spouting incomprehensible words that only served to increase his frustration.

  Xylon abruptly halted the kiss, a gesture he had allowed as a momentary gift to Nyxera. He fixed her with a stern gaze, a look of irritation etched across his features.

"Don't deceive yourself, Nyxera," Xylon retorted curtly, his tone devoid of the tenderness he had shown moments earlier.

As he uttered those words, Nyxera recoiled as if struck. Her eyes welled up with a mixture of sorrow and embarrassment, and she stammered out an apology, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord," she began, her words faltering. "I know it's improper for someone as inferior as me to speak this way, but I couldn't bear another day without telling you how I feel. You're the one who made my heart beat for the first time, and I'm grateful it was because of you."