I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Deharim

Mage Association

The Magic Circle in the middle of the hall suddenly flashed, and then two black shadows emerged from it.

The people around could not help but stop and look in their direction.

"Emergency teleportation circle?"

"Who is it?"

When the mages around saw the figure emerging from the center of the magic circle, they could not help but exclaim.

Each one of them had an incredulous expression on their faces.

"It's Sir Jarrosus. Quickly inform Lei!"

"Sir Jarrosus, are you alright?"

A few mages who were good at healing quickly ran to Jarrosus and Zero's side.

"What serious injuries!"

They chanted quickly and skillfully, casting healing spells to treat Jarrosus and Zero.

At this moment, Jarrosus did not look like he was fine at all.

His right arm disappeared, and the wound was very strange. There was not even any blood flowing out of the wound.

His hair, which had been tidied up, was now a mess. The clothes on his body could no longer be called clothes, and they were just a few strips of cloth.

Even the key parts of his body could no longer be covered.

Fortunately, there was no need to block it because none of Jarrosus' exposed skin was normal.

It was either black or covered in blood.

The scepter that Jarrosus loved so much was broken into two pieces, lying disgracefully on the ground.

These mages had never seen Jarrosus in such a sorry state.

What was even more shocking was the person lying next to Jarrosus.

Zero, the dream lover of many people in the Mage Association.

She was quite popular in the Mage Association.

It was a pity that she was always with Jarrosus, and no one else had a chance.

But with her lying here alone and Jarrosus' current appearance, many people immediately thought of her.

"Could it be that Lord Jarrosus' team is only left with one person?"

A commissioner exclaimed in disbelief. His trembling voice revealed the panic and fear in his heart.

"Lord Jarrosus' team is the strongest in our Mage Association..."

Fear was spreading in the Mage Association just as Flanders had expected.

Fear rose.

"And it has never failed since it was founded. There isn't even a record of injuries."

Fear was brewing.

"What kind of strange thing could have caused Sir Jarrosus to be in such a State?"

"Could it be from another dimension..."

One of the commissioners guessed uncertainly but was quickly refuted by another person who had some understanding of the situation.

"But didn't Sir Jarrosus go to solve the scarecrow case?"

"Scarecrow? That was a D-class strange creature. Although I don't joke, I admit that it is indeed potent."

But do not forget, the other party has just been born not long ago.

No matter how exaggerated the speed of growth of strength, it is impossible to beat Sir Jarrosus."

The scarecrow incident could be considered a relatively serious and strange incident recently.

It was also one of the rare incidents that caused the mage association to suffer losses recently.

However, that was all. In fact, many people thought that the scarecrow was valued because it posted videos on the internet.

Whether it was the Mage Association or the government, they had always concealed the existence of the scarecrow very well.

Until the appearance of the scarecrow in public.

Therefore, to ensure that the strangeness would not be exposed, the higher-ups paid so much attention to the scarecrow.

Regarding this person's statement, many commissioners who did not know the truth of the matter nodded their heads in approval.

"Indeed, it has only been a few days since the scarecrow appeared. It hasn't even been a month.

"It hasn't even been a month, and he has already defeated Sir Jarrosus. With this rate of growth, I think we should surrender."

After this person finished speaking, many people nodded in agreement.

"That's right. If the strange creature is such a terrifying existence, we humans might as well lie down and die."

Even if it was weird, growth depended on the law of nature.

How could his strength reach such a level in less than a year?

Not to mention, Flanders did not even finish a month.

At this time, Jarrosus had already regained some consciousness under the emergency treatment of a few people.

Looking at the corpse of the walking stick beside him, the muscles on his face moved.

He really liked this walking stick.

Before he could sigh with sorrow, the conversation of the others around him entered his ears.

Those words were like sharp swords stabbing into his heart.

As the person involved, how could he not know who had turned him into this state?

The more he lived, the worse he became. A B-class magician was actually defeated by a scarecrow who was not even a C-class yet.

This was nothing. What made him feel the most uncomfortable was that he, a B-class magician, was defeated before even using his own tricks.

He had all his abilities, but he could not use them. This kind of feeling was very frustrating.

He did not make a move from the beginning to the end. The magic that he was proud of and his tricks that were as numerous as the stars had yet to be used!

Then, he was killed by his opponent before he could do anything.

Jarrosus moved his mouth, his eyes shining with a terrifying light.

Today was the darkest and most humiliating day of his life.

Scarecrow, I will remember you.

Sooner or later, I will make you pay back double.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph!"

At this moment, our main character, Flanders, was humming a little song as he listened to the system's notification.

[Fear Point + 10]

[Fear Point + 230]

[Fear Point + 25]

[Fear Point + 73]

[Fear Point + 146]

...

Good harvest, good harvest. It looked like that Jarrosus went back to work for him.

Although the system's prompt, after he became a video blogger, uploaded those several horror videos, has not stopped.

But the difference in numbers between the fear offered by ordinary people and the fear offered by these magicians is clear.

Flanders easily distinguished between the two.

Now, he had a large number of fear points, reaching an unprecedented height.

After wiping off the remaining bits, he had a total of 530,000.

Without any hesitation, Flanders first upgraded Cursed Scarecrow, Watchman Scarecrow, and Magic Vanquishing Scarecrow.

The three third-tier skills had all been upgraded to one tier.

"A hundred thousand to level up three levels is too much, isn't it?"

He had thought that five hundred and thirty thousand was a lot, but now it seemed like that was it.

It seemed like it was necessary to come up with an efficient method to collect fear.

The greater the cost, the greater the reward. Flanders did not give up just because of the huge cost.

These three skills were all used to save his life at critical moments. They were very important, and there was no reason for him not to level up.

As a result, a total of 450,000 fear points were instantly vaporized. In exchange, all three skills were level 3.