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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

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Velvety perfection

Xylon began the process of removing Eva's soaked clothing. He started with her dark shirt, carefully unbuttoning each button as his fingers navigated the fabric, mindful not to jostle her fragile form.

 With each button undone, he gradually exposed more of her skin, the warmth of her fevered body seeping through the damp material.

 Xylon e whispered softly, "You're so hot, Eva. I can feel the fever burning through this fabric."

 His gaze inadvertently landed on the outline of her dark sports bra beneath the damp fabric. 

It struck him out of the rarity of seeing her in anything remotely feminine.

As Xylon shifted his attention to Eva's pants, his movements remained deliberate, his touch gentle yet purposeful. 

With each careful motion, he guided the fabric down her legs.

"Almost there, Eva," he murmured softly. "Just a little further."