Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 103

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 103
“All of you, get over here!”
“There’s only one of them!”
Dozens of pirates came surging up onto the deck.
An overwhelming numerical advantage. Yet Pinch remained utterly composed as he opened a pocket dimension.
From within it, he withdrew a small potion bottle no longer than his finger, uncorked it, and drained its contents in one gulp.
A low belch escaped his lips.
His back began to roil and bubble. In the same instant, a green tendril shot forth from his spine, seized the foremost pirate by the face, and slammed him against the deck with a thunderous crack.
“Kill him!”
Bang!
“…!”
“What the—?”
Writhe, writhe.
The pirates froze. From behind Pinch’s back, pale-green tendrils reminiscent of jellyfish were unfurling.
“What’s wrong?”
Pinch smiled, unsettling and eerie.
“Your first time fighting a Necromancer?”
“This bastard…!”
“All at once! Attack!”
The pirates rushed in together. Multiple tendrils erupted from behind Pinch as if they’d been waiting for this moment.
Boom!
Crash!
Slam!
It was utterly one-sided.
The tendrils were elastic and responded with perfect control to every nuance of length and direction. Standing against dozens of opponents single-handedly, Pinch remained rooted to his spot without budging an inch, moving with effortless grace.
‘He’s dropping his guard!’
A pirate who had slipped around to flank him, evading the tendrils, aimed a crossbow at the back of Pinch’s skull and fired.
Twang! The bolt punctured straight through the back of his head.
“Got him! We’ve got him!”
The pirate whooped with triumph.
“Ha! Look at Mr. Big Shot now—wait, what…?”
Pinch moved his arm. He grasped the bolt’s tip where it had emerged through his skull near his eye, then pulled with a sharp jerk.
Pop! The bolt came free, and droplets of liquid spattered across the deck.
Pinch’s face had already taken on the hue of a green liquid.
“You hoped for something?”
He tossed the bolt aside.
As the bolt clattered to the floor, liquid began seeping back into his face, restoring it to its normal state.
“Im, impossible!”
“What kind of monster is this!”
Whip-crack!
A tendril lashed out like a whip, grabbed the pirate who’d fired the crossbow by the leg, and hurled him overboard. His shriek of agony echoed across the sea before a distant splash indicated he’d hit the water.
In the chaos, a pirate charging from the side slashed at Pinch’s waist, but only green liquid oozed from the wound—Pinch showed no sign of pain whatsoever.
“What exactly are you…cough!”
Pinch reached out and seized the pirate’s face.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
Sizzle!
Smoke rose as flesh dissolved with a sickening sound. Within moments, the head melted away entirely, leaving only the body to crumple lifeless to the deck.
The other pirates, witnessing this horror, blanched and began backing away slowly.
“Do you understand now?”
Pinch’s smile twisted into something grotesque.
“Who you’ve chosen to oppose.”
Pinch was overwhelmingly strong. He endured every attack the pirates threw at him with his entire body, all the while using his tendrils to hurl dozens into the sea or wrap around their necks and snap their spines. As the battle wore on, he began dispersing toxic vapor across the deck.
Physical assault followed by wide-scale chemical attack. The pirates had no recourse and fell one by one.
“C-Captain!”
A pirate, terror etched across his face, glanced toward Gail.
“We’re no match for him! Surely you must step in…!”
“Quiet, you fool!”
Gail kicked the pirate’s backside and spoke.
“Get fighting! Or would you rather I kill you before he does?”
“N-No, sir!”
Pushing the pirates into a corner as she wore Gail’s form, Erzsebet was drenched in cold sweat.
‘What kind of body is this, exactly?’
No matter what attack landed on Pinch, his body transformed into liquid and slipped away. The Spider Silk Restraint that Erzsebet wielded, her wide-ranging piercing strikes—neither seemed likely to work.
And this was no mere Dark Magic that turned the body to liquid. To possess such a form, he must have paid an astronomical price. Erzsebet was certain of it.
‘If I can just get the Count to escape, we might flee… wait, what?’
That was when her vision suddenly spun with sickening force, and a terrible vertigo seized her.
She dropped to one knee. Yet the other pirates around her seemed utterly unaffected.
“Finally, it’s taking effect.”
Step. Step.
Pinch was felling the lesser pirates as he approached her.
“How does it feel? Undead.”
Erzsebet startled.
Not only had he seen through her disguise, but he knew she was Undead.
“I have a keen nose.”
Pinch sniffed theatrically.
“Undead have a distinctive smell. And I know you’re far stronger than Gail could ever be.”
“……”
“This serum is one I developed myself—it only works on Undead. I’ve mixed it with this poison fog and sea mist in gaseous form, dispersing it all around. Colorless and odorless, it has no effect in small amounts, but as it accumulates in your body, the moment it crosses a certain threshold, it all takes effect at once.”
Erzsebet pushed herself upright, swaying but holding her stance firm.
“This is inconvenient. Most inconvenient.”
Pinch’s expression darkened.
“My dissertation states that introducing a concentration of 4,760 ppm or higher renders any Undead completely powerless—but it seems there’s an outlier standing right in front of me.”
Whoooosh!
Tentacles erupted violently from behind Pinch’s back.
“For the sake of my research’s completeness, you’ll have to die. And I do want to dissect that exceptional body of yours!”
Teal-Blue Darkness coalesced around her fingers as Spider Silk formed.
Just as the two prepared to exchange blows—
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-BOOM!
Another massive impact struck the hull. Another pirate ship had pierced through the fog and rammed into them.
“Aaaaargh!”
“We’re falling!”
Defenseless pirates were flung from the deck into the sea, but Pinch and Erzsebet held firm with Dark Element. She fired Spider Silk, anchoring Shun safely to a mast.
“What now?!”
Pinch’s head snapped around roughly.
Three massive pirate vessels lay tangled together in chaotic disarray, and from the deck of the one that had just struck them, two figures emerged through the mist.
‘The Legion Commander!’
Erzsebet’s face lit up. Bound as he was, Shun cried out loudly.
“Simon!”
Crossing the deck were none other than Simon and Pier. Pinch clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“Coming all this way—you’re seeking death.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Simon smiled crookedly as he spoke.
“Erzsebet, take Shun and fall back.”
“Yes, sir!”
[Khehehehe! Excellent! Is this finally my time to shine?]
Pier was about to step forward with his Great Sword shouldered when Erzsebet raised her arm to stop him.
“Pier! You must not approach.”
[What is it.]
“The Undead Serum is scattered everywhere. Even brief exposure makes it difficult to maintain control of your body.”
Whoooosh!
Giving them no time to speak further, over twenty tentacles came flying at once.
They threw their bodies in different directions, evading the assault. Wherever the tentacles struck the deck, holes were punched clean through with deafening force.
“Junior! You do travel with interesting Undead!”
Pinch stretched his arm wide. The tentacles all changed direction at once, rushing toward Simon.
“Gah!”
[Get back!]
Pier burst forward and raised his Great Sword to block. The tentacles, deflected by the blade, redirected themselves in mid-air and rushed toward Simon again.
Simon leaped into the air, using Dark Element as footing, and the deck below erupted with successive holes.
“Simon!”
“I’m fine!”
Simon gestured to Erzsebet, signaling her. She nodded and rushed toward Shun.
[Yes, that’s certainly it!]
Pier’s brow furrowed.
[That strange drug is spreading throughout the entire ship! The space is too cramped—at this rate, we’ll have no choice but to keep fighting while under its influence!]
“Then what do we do, Pier?”
[There’s one way. I’d rather die than do it, but there’s no choice.]
Screech!
Before any proper conversation could continue, Pinch kept hurling tentacles.
His back churned and bubbled, the number of tentacles multiplying relentlessly.
‘Insane!’
Simon threw himself sideways. He bent his head and contorted his limbs into an unnatural posture. By mere inches, the pale green tentacles slipped past his body.
Hiss!
They were even coated in poison. Fortunately, the defensive magic woven into his Kizen uniform held firm, sparing him from melting away.
As Simon landed on the deck from midair.
Crash!
“……!”
The corroded deck collapsed and fell through to the level below—a warehouse-like space where the reek of rum wafted from oil drums.
Bang!
Thud!
Crack!
Holes punched through walls and windows on every side as tentacles pursued him relentlessly.
Simon sprinted in panic. When cornered, he simply scaled the wall, bounding upward. Tentacles descended in sequence, slamming down—bang! bang! bang!—puncturing the surface.
“Hah!”
Simon kicked off the dark element beneath him, leaping upward to grab a ladder attached to the ceiling. He scrambled back up onto the deck.
“Pier!”
On deck, Pier and Pinch were locked in combat.
Pier’s expression was twisted—the undead serum had sapped his condition—and Pinch too bore an expression of genuine surprise. The tentacles Pier had severed with his great sword didn’t regenerate.
“I’ve never encountered an Undead with such formidable intellect. How intriguing!”
Pinch, still murmuring thus, spotted Simon emerging onto the deck and lashed tentacles in that direction. Pier bounded swiftly in front of Simon, scattering the appendages with his great sword.
“It’s beyond comprehension! Why does a creature like you serve such a mere boy!”
Pier laughed shrilly, speaking directly into Simon’s mind.
[A human brimming with inferiority! That’s what I hear.]
‘Pier! Never mind that—what was that method you mentioned earlier?’
Pier smiled, lifting the corner of his mouth.
[Boy, wear me.]
‘……!’
Tentacles flew again. Pier slashed with his great sword while Simon dropped low, evading.
‘Is something like that even possible?’
Bone Armor using Pier.
Strictly speaking, Pier was also a Skeleton-type Undead.
[The serum is preventing me from controlling my body properly! In this state, I cannot fully protect you! So you take my power and strike that creature down!]
Simon’s heart began pounding with excitement, wild and uncontrolled.
The Priest he had met in the Forbidden Forest.
Erzsebet.
Ellen Gail.
Serne Eindarc.
Every formidable foe that had been beyond Simon’s strength to handle alone—he had received Pier’s aid. More precisely, he had merely watched from behind Pier’s back.
As a Legion Commander and strategist, such a position should have been natural, yet Simon always harbored regret and yearning that he could not take the initiative to resolve situations himself.
But now that could change.
I can fight wielding Pier’s power.
[But I am an Ancient Undead! Accessing my consciousness will be far more grueling than you imagine. If you slip, your mind will shatter first—you’ll become a vegetable. Will you still do it?]
Simon nodded without the slightest hesitation.
‘Of course. I’ll see it through no matter what!’
[Ready yourself! The moment I give the signal, you wear me!]
Tap-tap.
Tap.
Simon and Pier rushed toward each other simultaneously, dodging the tentacles.
[Now!]
Whoooosh!
Pinch’s tentacles spread in all directions, descending simultaneously from the sky.
[Two!]
Pier rushed forward to shield Simon.
[Three! Now!]
Crack!
Pier’s body shattered against the tentacle, scattering into fragments of bone.
Pinch’s face brightened, thinking at last his attack had landed—but it was a miscalculation.
Every movement precisely intentional.
Simon’s eyes snapped open, breaking free from the deep concentration he’d been holding.
‘Bone Armor!’
Pier’s fragmented body hurtled toward Simon. In that same instant, the mental link between them activated, and Simon successfully connected to Pier’s consciousness.
‘…!’
A soft splash.
A water droplet fell into a pond.
Simon was nothing but that single, infinitesimal droplet. And Pier was the vast pond itself.
The droplet was being swallowed by the pond, and Simon’s sense of self was fading away.
[Focus, boy.]
Pier’s voice reached him.
[Don’t be consumed by my consciousness. Keep your mind sharp. Hold onto your will even within another’s.]
‘Yes.’
Before his awareness could be completely submerged and dissolved, Simon seized back control of his mind and anchored himself in his own existence.
‘Focus. Focus. Focus.’
On the glassy, still surface of the pond, the fallen droplet sent ripples spreading outward.
The ripples swelled into waves, the waves into rapids, the rapids into a new current. The pond began to churn like a whirlwind.
Pier’s mouth split into a grin.
[Khahahaha! So you are Richard’s son! Perfect!]
Whoooosh!
Simon emerged from the mental image and returned to the world of flesh.
The countless bones that had formed Pier’s towering frame—over two meters tall—scattered through the air and began adhering to Simon’s body one by one.
Clink!
Click-click-click-clink!
Pier’s bones wrapped snugly around Simon’s form, assembling his upper and lower body.
The Shadowless Mantle that Pier had worn settled across his back, and Pier’s fractured skull descended over Simon’s face like a skeletal helm.
Simon’s right eye was obscured by Pier’s skull, and teal-blue flames kindled within.
Flutter!
The great Shadowless Mantle settled completely across Simon’s shoulders.
Pier’s hand bones covered Simon’s palms like gauntlets. Only his right arm was armored in Pier’s bone; his left hand remained bare.
Bone Armor required two skeletons as a set. Pier’s frame alone provided insufficient bones, so only the helmet and right arm could be equipped.
Yet despite this.
Thump—thump—
Simon felt a power surging through his body the likes of which he had never known before.
Whoooosh-whoooosh-whoooosh!
As tentacles pressed forward like waves from all sides, Simon walked forward and grasped Pier’s great sword, lodged in the ground.
Slide.
As though welcoming its master, the blade that had been too heavy to lift before now rose smoothly into his hand.
Pier’s voice spoke once more.
[Go now, boy!]
‘Yes, Pier.’
Simon smiled, raising the great sword of ruin aloft.

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