I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror! Chapter 74 – The Best-Selling Nightmare

Chapter 74: The Best-Selling Nightmare

For the time being, Flanders did not pay attention to these magicians.

He did not take the initiative to kill all of them.

Because in his mind, he had a better idea for these people.

If he succeeded, he would not have to be afraid of these magicians coming to find trouble with him.

Well, that was a little too full of himself.

He could solve most of the problems.

In order to get it done once and for all, he would no longer have to worry about the mages coming to find trouble with him.

For the time being, Flanders did not plan to find trouble with the mages. He was only monitoring them.

On the other hand, after Flanders put away the Sword Apophis, they did not gain anything as Flanders had expected.

But even so, they had no intention of leaving.

“They are really persistent, these people.”

In the following period of time, the days gradually calmed down.

After teaching a few lessons, all the students who saw the fear building in the school did not say anything more about the incident in the building. Instead, they kept it in their hearts.

Although the mages did not gain much, they still came every few days.

However, every time they came, it was the same as the first time. They did not gain anything.

During this period of time, another thing happened. Warfarin’s new book, “Nightmare”, was finally published.

The response was very good.

Once it was published, it received great praise. It was suitable to describe it as hot.

As for the fear lovers, their numbers were more than Flanders had expected.

The most popular horror novel of the moment.

The most exciting and frightening horror novel of the moment.

In the face of great strength and the publishing house’s unreserved propaganda, the spread of this book was beyond Flanders’s imagination.

And the harvest was at least 3,000+ a day.

However, this was only the beginning. One had to know that novels had a much wider spread than art exhibitions.

The audience for art exhibitions was very limited, but the audience for novels was quite large.

Compared to Emil’s horror exhibition, Warfarin’s books would bring more benefits to Flanders in the future.

And do not forget, this was Warfarin’s first book. In the future, she would have a second, a third, or even a fourth book.

If Fear could evolve further in the future, to the point where it could attach illusions to these works.

Then, Flanders believed that the effect would be even better.

In that case, maybe someone would be scared to death by reading the book. He was looking forward to the reaction at that time.

Maybe it would create the same result as “Black Sunday”. No, it would be even higher than that.

But even now, the horror of “Nightmare” was still beyond many people’s expectations.

In particular, the image of Flanders as a scarecrow had caused many people to become insomniacs.

Who knew how many people woke up from nightmares every night.

Just like the title of the book, “Nightmare”, the scarecrow had become a nightmare that many people could not sleep in.

However, the scarier and more exaggerated it was, the more widely the book would spread, and the more readers would want to read it.

This kind of ambivalence was really hard to grasp

With the popularity and bestseller of “Nightmare”, Flanders’s strength had received a further increase. First, the skills in the first level had all been upgraded to level 10.

The next target was the skills in the second level, which were all progressing towards Level 7.

The upgrade of the skills made Flanders not know what level he was at now.

Back then, he had been caught off guard by Garros, so he did not display much strength.

This also caused Flanders to not have an accurate reference in his heart, which could be used as a comparison of strength.

Therefore, even if Flanders wanted to understand his current strength, the most he could do was to refer to the Sword King that he had fought with all his strength previously.

“Sword Apophis, what do you think of me compared to that Sword King Now?”

“How can trash like Sword King compare to you, master? Isn’t that the difference between a rock and an insect?

The Sword King is just a small insect that isn’t worth mentioning, while master is a tall mountain. The two of you have an absolutely insurmountable gap.”

Flanders did not want to listen to these meaningless flattery.

However, Flanders felt very comfortable after hearing what Sword Apophis said.

“Alright, I don’t want to listen to this. Surpassing that kind of trash is not something to be proud of. I want to know how many Sword Kings I can defeat now.”

At this moment, in Flanders’s heart, the Sword King was the strongest mage he had ever met other than Garros. He had already become Flanders’s definition of strength.

For example, in his opinion, Sword Apophis’s current strength should be at least as powerful as three Sword Kings.

And he himself was at least as powerful as fifty Sword Kings.

This was Flanders’s ability to fight fifty Sword Kings with Sword Apophis without using the Cursed Scarecrow.

It was more or less the same meaning.

Flanders did this only to clarify his own strength so that he could have a clear view of himself.

This way, he would not become arrogant and lose himself because of his overly inflated abilities.

One had to know that from the past until now, who knew how many powerhouses had lost themselves because of their arrogance.

Flanders would not make such a mistake.

…

That night, Warfarin saw his roommate after a long time.

“Hey, why are you back?”

“Oh, Edward had something to do today, so I came back to stay and take some luggage along the way.”

“I thought you and him…”

“Oh, no, no, no, it’s not what you think. There’s no problem between us, don’t worry.”

Her roommate walked to Warfarin’s side. Her gaze swept across her room and seemed to have noticed something. Her expression became ambiguous.

“Speaking of which, after not seeing each other for a while, our Warfarin seems to have grown up.”

“What? Why say that all of a sudden?”

Meeting her roommate’s gaze, Warfarin did not pretend anymore.

Seeing that expression of acknowledgment, her roommate cried out in excitement.

“Tell me which man it is. I seem to have heard that you have published a book recently. The response has been pretty good. Could it be related to this man?”

“You can say that. It’s Flanders. He is the librarian that I mentioned before. He is very gentle and charming. When I am by his side, the inspiration for my writing keeps pouring in. In the end, with his encouragement, I wrote that book.”

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