I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

"Compared to campus legends, I feel that with your speed of dissemination, you should be able to directly evolve into an urban horror legend."

Flanders thought for a moment and then threw the scarecrow out.

Fear Scarecrow, level 10.

The level 10 Fear Scarecrow was no longer the situation where it did not have a physical body.

It had now become a physical type of curse.

Moreover, it was a terrifying existence that could spread.

Flanders was looking forward to the performance of the Fear Scarecrow, so he sent a total of five Fear Scarecrows to protect the little scarecrow by his side to prevent it from being destroyed.

At the same time, if necessary, the host of the Scarecrow of Fear would be killed in advance to help the Scarecrow of Fear reproduce.

If Flanders was really willing, he would have already started killing in the city.

However, there was no need. Under no special circumstances, torturing slowly would be the best way to maximize his own benefits.

Moreover, because of the matter with Durham, all the mage associations had avoided the eyes of Sarkos City, where Flanders was.

This also gave Flanders time to develop in peace.

However, if Flanders wanted to spread the Scarecrow of Fear quickly and create a large number of killings to attract the attention of the Mage Association, it would be a loss that would not be worth it.

Before he had absolute confidence, Flanders did not want to go head-to-head with the Mage Association.

After the experience with the death bus, Flanders deeply understood that there were still many gaps in his strength.

As for the Mage Association, although he had defeated a B rank Garros, there was still an A+ rank Rei on top of him.

A grade, even if it was an A-, was a stage that Flanders had never been able to reach.

Before he knew the difference between B and A, Flanders still tried his best to avoid contact with the other party.

Not to mention, the other forces hidden in the Mage Association.

Flanders would not simply think that a single Rei was all that the Mage Association had.

If that was really the case, then the human race would have been destroyed long ago.

There must be some hidden strength or powerful mages who were sent on more dangerous missions.

According to Flanders's guess, if what he thought was true, then the previous presidents of the Mage Association should still be alive.

The strong could often extend their lifespan, allowing them to live longer.

This was not because of any special methods, but simply because their strength had become stronger, and their bodies had evolved.

In the inner world, the stronger the person, the harder it was for them to die and walk to the end of their life.

Letting the Guardian Scarecrow release the Fear Scarecrow, Flanders continued to admire the school in front of him that was dyed in his color for the first time.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I like the rain."

A few months ago, he was still a scarecrow that could not move at all. What Flanders hated the most was the feeling of being drenched by the rain. That was a terrible experience.

But now, because of the Disguise, Flanders could transform into a human when he was drenched.

Although he would still get wet when he was drenched, the situation was completely different from when he was a scarecrow.

When he was in the scarecrow state, not only would he get wet all over, but the rain would also seep into his body, making him very uncomfortable. As the straw that made up his body ran through the water, his body would become very heavy.

If he could move, then his ability to move would be greatly affected.

But it was different now. With Disguise, Flanders no longer had to worry about these small things.

If he was being impromptu, Flanders could even turn himself into a murloc through Disguise.

Yes, it was the fantasy creature murloc that appeared in the fairy tale.

Since he was a murloc, he naturally would not be afraid of getting wet. He would even be in a good condition on a rainy day.

But now, Flanders did not do that.

Today was a very memorable day. The rain that fell on this special day had a good implication.

It could be seen as everything going wrong next. Bad luck would be quietly washed away by the heavy rain, and a better future would welcome you.

There were many similar sayings, but the key was to look at the problem from a perspective.

In the process of the school being eroded, besides being a supervisor, Flanders had his own things to do.

That was to level up.

Previously, he had already upgraded all of his third-tier skills to level 10, which could be said to be pretty good.

The final result gave Flanders a huge surprise, which made him want to immediately level up all of his remaining skills.

Unfortunately, after several rounds of leveling up, Flanders's fear points were somewhat insufficient.

However, this was not a big problem, because Flanders's daily income from fear points was now in tens of thousands.

A day was not even over, and the number of fear points in Flanders's hands had reached another terrifying level.

It could be said that he was in a much better situation now.

However, these fear points were still a little worse than before. If he were to directly upgrade all the skills in the first two tiers to level 10 like before, it would not be enough.

However, if he were to only upgrade the first-tier to level 10, it would still be more than enough.

One had to know the skills of the first-tier: Fear, Night Cut and Demonic God's Body.

Two of the skills had already reached level 10, so Flanders only needed to level up Night Cut.

Then why did he not consider leveling up after reaching level 10?

This was because after reaching level 10, there was no way to level up anymore. There seemed to be a level cap.

As for how to unlock it, Flanders did not know.

Perhaps it was the same as the other skills that he had unlocked before. What kind of conditions did it require.

In short, before finding that condition, Flanders decided to level up all of his existing skills.

Night Cut, level 10.

As one of Flanders's most reliable attacks in his early days, the low-level Night Cut had already been unable to adapt to the overpowered Flanders since he obtained Sword Apophis.

However, now that he had reached level 10, this skill had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The changes were mainly due to the two characteristics of Night Cut.

One of them was the weapon that came with the skill, the huge scythe.

It was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, reaping life and fear for Flanders.

This scythe had also brought about a completely new change.

Flanders called out the scythe. The pitch-black mist condensed in his hand and finally transformed into a brand-new, incomparably sharp, pitch-black scythe.

Ding ling ling!

A string of bells hung on the body of the scythe, occasionally emitting a clear and pleasant melody.

However, this sound was not meant for people to hear. The bells also had their own names.

Requiem Bell.