Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 106

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 106
“All right, the Teleportation Magic Circle back to Kizen is on the Exhibition Rooftop. Just head up those stairs.”
Shun embraced Simon tightly, eyes glistening.
“I, and Blue Harbor, will never forget this kindness. Whatever happens to you from now on, we’re unconditionally on your side. You’re welcome anytime, Simon.”
…….
Simon smiled, running his hand over Shun’s head.
“Thank you, Shun. I’ll never forget what happened here either.”
With that, the Overlord was transferred into Simon’s pocket dimension, and Erzsebet went inside as well. Simon exchanged farewells with Shun and then climbed the stairs.
The Exhibition Rooftop truly bore a Teleportation Magic Circle drawn toward Kizen.
The Servant bowed deeply.
“Are you prepared to return to Kizen?”
“Yes.”
Simon smiled faintly.
“Let’s go.”

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The magic circle operated normally. Simon, who had safely returned to Kizen, drew a long breath.
“Ah! How I’ve missed this air.”
He descended the Hillside, where wildflowers bloomed in profusion, at an unhurried pace and arrived at the 1st Year Campus.
Since he was still technically on assignment, today should have been quiet…….
“Huh?”
It was anything but quiet.
Colorful triangular party flags radiating a festive atmosphere hung high across the campus, and bright banners and balloons were visible everywhere. Promotional streamers were even strung across the building walls.
Most striking of all, the 1st Year Campus plaza was packed with large and small booths.
Students inside the booths were shouting enthusiastically to draw visitors’ attention, while students browsed from booth to booth and others distributed flyers, creating a bustling crowd.
‘What is this? What’s going on?’
After such a long absence, the school had suddenly shifted into a festive mood.
As the bewildered Simon looked around, uncertain,
“Hey, you! Are you a first-year?”
A female student in Kizen School Uniform called out to him. She’d asked if he was a first-year, and a red mark on her uniform collar indicated she was in her second year.
Simon quickly bowed his head.
“Yes! Good morning!”
“Oh, good morning.”
She pulled a flyer from her pocket and held it out.
“I’m with the Dungeon Research Club. Come by if you’re interested.”
“…… Yes?”
She winked and moved on. He could see her offering flyers to other passing students as well.
‘A club?’
Simon looked down at the flyer.
<A treasure trove of monsters, where danger and fortune coexist—the greatest modern mystery! Aren’t you curious about “dungeons”?>
<Membership benefits: activity stipend, club points, free exploration equipment rental, dungeon exploration instead of assignments!>
‘So today is Club Recruitment Season.’
He’d heard something brief about clubs from Dic once.
Looking up, he could see an almost unbelievable sight unfolding.
Those aloof second-year students were completely falling apart. Some wore ridiculous costumes and made themselves the butt of jokes, while others stopped passing juniors and acted cute.
‘This is rather disorienting.’
From a 1st Year perspective, the second-years weren’t exactly welcoming figures.
Of course, there was some respect for people who had endured and survived this lifestyle for over a year, but the second-years were uniformly arrogant and temperamental.
Meeting them often meant getting criticized for poor greetings or lacking etiquette, and in some cases they’d assign personal errands or drag juniors into dark alleys for hazing (though instructors and teaching assistants would punish that if caught).
Recently, there had even been an incident where commoner second-years persistently bullied noble-born first-years, making the atmosphere even more tense.
Seeing second-years proactively step forward before first-years in such an atmosphere was surprising—practically something you’d only witness during Club Recruitment Season.
Simon walked toward the Dormitory while observing his surroundings.
A fierce competition was unfolding.
Beautiful female seniors were pulling at the arms of a heavyset first-year male student, fighting over him. His face flushed red, he looked flustered and delighted.
On the other side, a chiseled-featured male senior was pinning a first-year female student against a wall, waving a club flyer at her.
Just as she seemed about to be tempted, a tough athletic club senior suddenly appeared with a club flag and began scolding him. She tried to mediate, insisting they shouldn’t fight over her, yet her eyes darted eagerly back and forth between them.
…….
Simon felt his head beginning to throb.
This wasn’t apocalyptic Kizen, so what on earth was happening?
‘I need to get out of here fast.’
The moment Simon sensed an instinctive warning and moved toward the Dormitory.
“A first-year! There’s a first-year here!”
“Don’t let them get away!”
The second-year students who spotted Simon came rushing over and blocked his path.
“Hey, first-year! Physical strength is national strength! Won’t you join the Physical Club?”
A male student suddenly lifted his school uniform shirt, displaying his toned abdominal muscles.
“Forget that muscle-brain over there! Hey, first-year! Or rather, first-year! Are you perhaps interested in Dark Magic—magic that lets you dream whatever you want?”
“Kizen is all about practical power! How about our Transformation Club instead of those guys? It’s really useful for infiltration missions……!”
Murmur, murmur, murmur!
As the seniors kept pressing in, the isolated Simon was desperately scanning for an escape route.
That was when a female student suddenly grabbed his wrist and started running.
“Ha! This first-year is ours—the Black Sword Club’s!”
“Run!”
The other second-years also rushed after Simon. A chase was about to break out when—
“Ugh!”
The female student from the sword club suddenly drooped, her head falling.
“Nngh… I’m so tired…”
“S-senior? What’s wrong with you……?”
The other second-years also began complaining of sudden exhaustion, collapsing to the ground.
Simon blinked in confusion, and that was when he saw a man standing perfectly upright, walking toward him.
He stood at least six feet tall, and streams of Dark Element poured from his entire body. With each step he took, the grass and flowers around him withered and drooped.
“Found you. Simon Polentia.”
The man stopped before Simon.
“I’m the president of Kizen’s Curse Research Society.”
Gripped by inexplicable dread, every hair on Simon’s body stood on end. When the man raised his arm, Simon tensed and braced himself.
Thud.
“……?”
But then he suddenly fell to his knees before Simon.
“Please, please join our Curse Research Society!”
“I, I’m sorry?”
“I’m begging you! If you don’t join, I’ll die!”
The second-year senior grabbed Simon’s pant leg. Simon panicked and tried to help him up, but the man wouldn’t budge.
‘How did I end up like this……!’
The Curse Research Society president still couldn’t forget Bahil’s eyes from a week ago.
—By any means necessary, get the first-year Simon Polentia to join the Curse Research Society.
—P-professor?
—If you can’t even manage this, then our relationship ends here.
Bahil’s lips curved up in a cruel smile.
—If you fail, step down from your position as my direct student.
There was absolutely no way he could step down from being Bahil’s direct student, no matter what.
He didn’t understand why Bahil was pushing this hard for a mere first-year, but for him, it was a matter upon which his entire life at Kizen depended.
“S-senior! Please don’t do this here!”
Simon tried to lift him, but the man held firm.
Five more seconds. Just five more seconds of holding on, and a high-purity Mental Curse would take root in Simon’s body. After that, whatever he tried would be simple…….
Whish.
Then a red string trembled between Simon and the Curse Research Society president. The man’s eyes widened rapidly.
Crack!
Blood Magic ignited in the empty air, and both their bodies were thrust backward. The Curse Research Society president tumbled head over heels.
“A senior pulling such filthy tricks—have you no shame?”
A blonde female student in a coat trailing red threads approached them.
The students around them murmured and parted, creating a path. Simon also lifted his head to look at her.
“I am the president of the Blood Flow Magic Research Society—Sadam.”
She spoke with force.
“Yes. I’m first-year Simon Polentia.”
“I’ve been briefed on your new blood type, SM-1 Blood Type. It’s not just that you’re skilled in Curses and Summoning. You’re a unique existence in our Blood Flow Magic field.”
She approached slowly and traced her finger beneath Simon’s eyes.
“Abyssal Power Exhaustion. This mission must have been quite taxing.”
“……!”
She crossed her arms again.
“If you join Sadam, our research society will mobilize all our resources to conduct research on SM-1 Blood Type. SM-1 has the effect of amplifying Dark Element by expending blood. With sufficient training, you’ll finally escape Abyssal Power Exhaustion and be able to handle far vaster quantities of Dark Element.”
Simon blinked. He’d never been particularly interested in clubs, but this was an intriguing proposal.
‘Come over.’
She, too, had been waiting for Simon to appear. And with good reason.
—The emergence of SM-1 Blood Type will turn the world on its head. And I’m planning to put your name on the SM-1 research paper right after mine.
That’s what Silarji had said, having taken him on as a direct apprentice.
Silarji wanted Simon Polentia as his direct apprentice, and the first step toward that goal was joining the Blood Flow Magic research club—Sadam.
As he grew accustomed to blood magic through the club, he’d naturally develop room to change his major.
“Listen.”
At the voice behind her, she reacted quickly and stumbled backward. The ground beneath her feet was rotting away into blackness.
“Follow the order, will you?”
Whoosh.
The Curse Research Society President rose to her feet, her expression turning vicious—all trace of her recent humiliation gone.
“Order? What is this, a food line?”
“You’ve grown a lot. It wasn’t long ago you were beaten and crying like a fool in the 1st Year Evaluation.”
The Sadam President let out a short laugh at that.
“Funny how you left out that I’ve gone three straight wins against you since then. You’re just become a stepping stone in my ascent.”
“……This is—!”
Just as both of them began to activate their cores, ready to fight right there—
Crash!
A chair fell from the sky out of nowhere. The two presidents and the students around them screamed and scrambled backward.
‘What the—!’
Simon gazed through the dust and debris. A man sat arrogantly in the chair, legs crossed.
He wore a school uniform, but draped around him was a cape, and a crown sat upon his head. He grinned smugly, resting his chin on his hand.
“Are you the guy called Simon, Special Case 1?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
He was a second-year. The man flicked a club enrollment form at Simon’s feet.
“Consider yourself lucky! I’m granting you the honor of joining ‘Noble’!”
“……I’m sorry?”
Crash!
Splat!
Half of the chair the man had been sitting in rotted away; the other half was drenched in blood. The man leaped from the chair and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“We have some disruptive guests.”
“I was talking first!!”
The three of them locked eyes, their auras turning deadly.
And watching these upperclassmen from a small distance away, Simon had only one thought.
‘Man, I really want to try out the Overlord.’

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