I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

[Fear points + 300]

300 fear points were not much to the current Flanders.

But to an ordinary person, it was already quite a lot.

One had to know that the weaker one was, the fewer fear points they would be provided with.

Warfarin was only an ordinary person. According to Flanders expectations, she would at most be a little over 100 fear points.

Three hundred. Flanders was also quite surprised by this number.

"If there are no special circumstances, this should be the limit of an ordinary person."

Instead of thinking about obtaining fear points from mages or freaks...

It was better to focus on ordinary people.

After all, compared to ordinary people, both mages and freaks were too rare.

Naturally, there was no need to mention mages. Every person who could become a mage needed a certain amount of talent.

As for anomalies, even if Flanders had a detector, he had not seen many of them.

Up until now, he had only encountered two anomalies and had been subdued by him.

Therefore, Flanders understood that if he wanted to continue growing rapidly, he had to find a breakthrough in the ordinary people.

This time, Flanders had already fully felt the potential of humans from Warfarin.

He did not expect that every single one of them would be able to provide as much as he did just now.

That was just a relatively extreme situation. A single mistake could very well end up killing people.

As long as everyone provided ten fear points every day, a school with hundreds of thousands would be a considerable amount of wealth.

"It's time to start the 'ranch' plan."

Flanders looked at warfarin on the bed and could not help but laugh maniacally.

He could foresee that once he succeeded, his strength would rise rapidly shortly.

He believed that before long, even if he faced Jarrosus again, he would not need to use tricks like before. Instead, he would defeat his opponent head-on.

No, at that time, he would not be defeating him but crushing him.

"Didn't Jarrosus want to subdue me?" Flanders thought to himself.

Flanders did not forget the arrogance on Jarrosus' face when he first met him.

"If such a proud person were to be subjugated by a strange creature, I believe his expression would be fascinating, hehehe..."

Deep laughter echoed in the room.

"No!"

After a scream, Warfarin suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

She panted heavily as if she had been fished out of the sea. She was drenched in sweat.

"What's wrong? What's wrong, my dear? What happened?"

Flanders sat up at the right time. He did not mind the sweat on Warfarin's body and pulled him into his embrace.

"Flanders? Oh, no!"

Feeling Flanders' actions, Warfarin, who still remembered the scene from yesterday, subconsciously wanted to resist. Instead, her face was full of fear.

"Hey, darling, what happened to you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Flanders naturally did not have the intention to do as he said. Instead, he hugged her tightly and patted her on the back.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I'll be by your side. Everything will be fine."

"Nightmare?"

Warfarin was a little confused. She could still clearly recall every single detail of that terrifying scene that lingered in her mind.

Especially the terrible feeling of being stuck with straw.

That strong memory told her that this was not a dream.

But Flanders' behavior told her that it was all just a dream.

Then what was it?

Warfarin could not understand. She looked at Flanders, who seemed to be normal.

She immediately got out of Flanders' arms.

Flanders did not stop her. Instead, he just looked at her in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Warfarin ignored Flanders. She just checked his body nervously and checked the bedsheets.

No, no, no.

There were no strange marks on his body. Besides the bedsheets being messy due to the madness, there was nothing strange.

If everything before was true, then there must be bloodstains on his body now.

Not only her but there should also be traces on the bedsheets.

But now, none of these were there. What did this mean? Warfarin did not understand.

"Could it be that everything is fake? Is It really just a nightmare?"

This was the first time Warfarin had such a real nightmare...

No, this should be the second time.

Thinking of the nightmare from the day before yesterday, Warfarin looked at Flanders. Then, she took a deep breath and sat back down beside Flanders.

Flanders did not say much. Instead, he just hugged her, giving her enough space and time to think.

Feeling the warmth Flanders gave her, Warfarin had accepted that it was just a dream.

It had to be said that this was a terrible nightmare. Warfarin almost felt scared to death.

The image in her mind that she could not forget made Warfarin feel terrible.

After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Flanders, who had just confirmed their relationship, and met Flanders' concerned gaze.

Warfarin instantly felt her mood improve a lot.

She did not say anything and directly pounced on him.

Since she could not forget that terrible feeling, she might as well use reality and use new memories to cover it up.

Flanders looked at the somewhat crazy Warfarin in front of him with some surprise, but he did not refuse. Instead, he responded rather enthusiastically.

Yesterday was indeed a little too stressful.

Although Warfarin was an ordinary person, she contributed up to 300 fear points to Flanders.

But do not forget, all of this was built on Flanders' last use of Fear.

It was already scary and exciting enough, but Flanders' Fear also hit it.

Yesterday, Warfarin's situation was really a little dangerous. Flanders almost lost this precious mascot.

Fortunately, in the end, he was saved by Flanders.

But as a price, this dormitory would have one less tenant.

There was no other way. Warfarin was scared out of his wits. It was not an exaggeration to say that he died on the spot.

To prolong Warfarin's life, Flanders had no choice but to sacrifice the lives of others.

Thanks to the healing clothes this time, Flanders was able to understand another skill of his more intuitively.

Five bone abundance.

Being able to absorb the target's stamina could also be said to be a life force.

It was precise with this skill that Flanders sucked the life force of another person dry.

Then he used himself as a relay station and poured all the life force he had absorbed into Warfarin's body.

It was only after one person had been sacrificed that Warfarin was successfully saved.