Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 11

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy — Chapter 11
This time, Hector was called. Maylien pouted slightly, pressing her back against her chair with a disappointed air, while Hector rose slowly to his feet.
Just as in the first lesson, Simon and Hector now stood facing each other. The assistant set a Skeleton Set down before them.
“About ten minutes remain before the bell rings.”
Aaron glanced at his wristwatch as he spoke. Then he rummaged through his pocket, pulled out a cheap necklace, and draped it around the neck of the skull model standing before the lectern.
“Use the skeleton to get this necklace into your hands. Whoever holds the necklace when class ends wins. You’re forbidden from moving yourselves or using other Dark Magic, but anything else is permitted. Ready.”
Aaron stretched out his arm. Both students lowered their stance.
“Begin.”
Simon and Hector dropped to their knees before the Skeleton Set simultaneously.
‘I can do this!’
Simon’s eyes gleamed as he drew out the skull.
‘I can win this lesson!’
Simon channeled Pitch Black into the Magical Circle inside the skull, awakening the Undead.
The skull, its eye sockets now flickering with black light, began to click and clatter as though stirring to life.
‘Let me assemble the spine all at once. Vertebrae two through seven….’
Simon lifted his gaze to the blackboard. But then—
“……!”
The assistant, looking apologetic, was removing the Bone Structure Diagram affixed to the blackboard.
Aaron spoke.
“Cheating is not permitted in this match.”
Simon bit his lip. Hector’s pupils wavered with shock as well, but he quickly turned his attention back to the Skeleton Set.
Simon steadied himself and selected a bone.
‘But the bones have numbers on them, don’t they? I just need to assemble them in order, one after another!’
However—
No matter how carefully he examined the bones, there were no numerals written on their surfaces.
“What you used earlier was classroom material. The assistants painstakingly inscribed numbers on each piece. Commercial Skeleton Sets sold in shops don’t come with bone numbers conveniently printed on them.”
Aaron’s matter-of-fact voice echoed across the room.
“I told you already—a Necromancer must master this fundamentally.”
The world came crashing down.
Simon glanced sideways at Hector.
Hector, having already completed his preliminary studies in all subjects, was assembling the bones effortlessly—clearly he had memorized the order and structure of an Island Ratman’s skeleton.
‘…Don’t give up. I’ve made one before, so the crucial bone sequences should be in my head.’
Simon searched for vertebra number two and began assembling methodically. Aaron watched, arms crossed.
‘Special Admission Student 1 is touching a skeleton for the first time.’
He turned to observe Hector.
‘That one, meanwhile, has memorized the sequence and structure. He’s constructing through knowledge and memory.’
There was a reason Aaron had hidden the bone diagram and withheld the bone numbers from the very first lesson.
Of course, this methodology gave the student who had done preparatory work an overwhelming advantage, but Aaron’s concern wasn’t who would win.
His goal was to identify students with an aptitude for Summoning.
‘Hector, was it? He has the gift.’
While his preparatory knowledge formed a foundation, it was his instinct that made him avoid mistakes at crucial moments. When faced with two confusing choices, he picked the correct one with remarkably high probability.
‘Special Admission Student 1, on the other hand….’
He was floundering from the start. As the order of critical bones shifted incorrectly, the overall assembly balance was beginning to fracture.
Watching him jam bones together haphazardly suggested his composure was halfway gone.
Aaron didn’t approve of preliminary studies, but if ability fell short, at least preparedness should compensate.
‘The only one in this class worth salvaging is Hector.’
Click. Click.
Hector’s skeleton, now complete down to both legs, stood upright.
Applause erupted from various corners. The four self-appointed faction members especially sprang to their feet, chanting Hector’s name.
‘I’ll win.’
Hector began assembling the arms, casting a sidelong glance at Simon.
The boy was stuck on the torso. He was completely panicked.
‘And if I’m winning anyway, I’ll grind him down so thoroughly he never gets up again.’
Hector finished assembling the right arm. He could have gone straight for the necklace, but he demonstrated such ease that he completed the left arm as well.
‘I need to make him a laughingstock in this class. Crush that confidence he has from his special admission—drag him all the way to the bottom.’
He finished the left arm in moments. Hector had completed an entire skeleton without consulting a diagram.
Hector’s skeleton began to move. A little unsteady, but it was definitely stepping forward, one foot after another.
The skeleton, circling Simon’s position like a taunting dance, reached for the necklace hanging on the model and placed it around its own neck.
Hector raised his muscular right arm triumphantly. Simultaneously, his skeleton mimicked the gesture, raising its right arm with a flourish. The students seated in the classroom burst into raucous laughter.
“Five minutes remain now.”
Aaron’s cold voice cut through the silence.
“…….”
Simon was still fumbling with the torso assembly.
Whether from nerves or self-consciousness, the bone sequence that had hovered at the edge of his memory moments before simply evaporated.
‘Stay calm.’
Simon set down the bones he’d been holding.
When he couldn’t recall the order or numbering of the bones from class, Simon relied on instinct—or intuition—to piece them together.
But in doing so, knowledge and instinct clashed and tangled in his mind, tearing everything apart.
So Simon made a decision.
Unless one had a genius-level memory, it was impossible to memorize the precise sequence of every bone from a single class.
So he would abandon what he’d learned in class.
‘This time I’ll go with instinct. I’ll assemble it however my hands want to.’
Simon swept his arm across the skeleton he’d been assembling, destroying it. Startled voices erupted from around the classroom.
“Did he give up?”
“No skill, no grit.”
“How is someone like that a Special Admission Student 1?”
Simon paid them no mind. He didn’t want to harbor even a shred of regret before time ran out.
He picked up the number 1 skull. In that brief moment, the common sense and habit that had formed within him screamed wordlessly at him to grab the number 2 cervical vertebra next.
‘Do what I want!’
Simon ignored it and connected bones number 5, 7, and 10 directly to the skull in quick succession.
“Wait, isn’t that wrong from the start?”
“He’s finished.”
Simon clenched his teeth.
He didn’t need to create the “correct” answer. All Professor Aaron’s requirement demanded was that he animate the skeleton and obtain the necklace—however that happened.
‘No time. I’ll discard the complex structures and simplify.’
‘Build the front legs around bone 20.’
‘Bone 27 is essential, I can’t remove it. Instead I’ll include bone 29.’
Aaron’s eyes, which had been watching Simon work in silence, widened.
‘What is this……!’
What Simon was constructing wasn’t an upright-walking Island Ratman.
It was the form of a four-legged creature, both legs and both arms planted on the ground.
‘Impossible. Absurd. And yet……!’
There was no doubt about it. The bone structure closely resembled that of the Grey Rat—the massive rat monster reportedly found in the great cities of the Western Continent.
It fell within the same biological classification category, known to be what the Island Ratman looked like before it evolved.
‘He’s reassembling the bones to recreate the Island Ratman’s pre-evolutionary form?’
Of course, the anatomical features, ecology, and internal organs were genuinely different, so he couldn’t create an exact Grey Rat replica.
But what he was creating now was an Undead—a thing divorced from biological logic. It was entirely possible to move bones through Dark Magic, whether they fit the body properly or not.
‘He’s attached bone 49—the tail bone—to the thorax. It has a certain plausibility.’
‘How does he know bones 11 and 16 are compatible?’
‘He’s not grasping this through concepts and knowledge—he’s perceiving it through pure intuition?’
What was taking shape before his eyes was a defect, infinitely far from the correct answer Aaron had proposed.
And yet.
Aaron felt a tremor pass through him like the sea itself.
‘Something is wrong here.’
Meanwhile, Hector too sensed that Simon was not ordinary.
Simon’s creation—that thing with both arms and legs planted on the ground, its upper body lowered—was a grotesque skeleton that could not be called an Island Ratman.
But it was clear that something was being formed.
“You’re doing great, Simon!”
Breaking the silence that had fallen over the classroom, Cindy Vivace suddenly shot to her feet and threw her arms up.
“The shape is right! Doesn’t matter what it is—finish it!”
At some point, Dick too had risen from his seat and was shouting.
The other students watched Simon’s work with tense expressions. Even Maylien, top of class A, had half-risen from her seat.
Hector bit his lip.
I’m the one who made a completed work.
In the shortest time possible, without even looking at a diagram.
I’m the protagonist.
So why isn’t anyone looking at me?
Hector felt a surge of anxiety.
Just like the first class.
‘I won’t just sit and watch!’
Hector issued a command to his skeleton. Aaron said he could perform any action except moving directly himself or casting other Dark Magic spells.
Hector’s skeleton charged toward Simon. Simon remained focused on assembly, seemingly oblivious, while excited shouts of “Watch out!” erupted from all corners of the classroom.
Crack!
And then.
Hector’s skeleton kicked Simon’s skeleton and shattered it.
The torso crumbled first, bone fragments scattering into the air. Students clapped their hands over their mouths and jumped to their feet.
‘I won. Simon Polentia!’
Hector grinned with the flush of victory, sweat streaming down his face.
But then.
‘……Why?’
Simon, as if he’d known all along, stood with his right arm extended and a smile on his face.
Something was wrong.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and Hector’s eyes tracked toward the direction Simon’s right arm was pointing.
Among the bones launched into the air by the kick, an arm bone flew in an arc.
As it passed beside Hector’s skeleton, it executed a single movement—simple, yet utterly precise.
Snap.
The arm snagged the necklace the skeleton was wearing and tore it free, then fell limp to the ground.
Everyone’s jaw dropped.
And at that same moment.
Ding—
A clear bell rang out, signaling the end of class.
“…….”
“…….”
A heavy silence blanketed the classroom.
No one dared speak.
Even Aaron stood motionless, clutching the necklace, his eyes fixed on the arm bone lying on the floor.
“This—this isn’t fair!”
Hector’s voice cracked as he cried out.
“Professor Aaron! You said the skeleton had to seize the necklace with its hands! That’s just a meaningless bone fragment—it’s not a skeleton at all!”
Chuckle.
A soft laugh escaped from somewhere.
All eyes turned toward the sound.
Simon, sitting on the floor drenched in sweat like rain, lifted his head and looked directly at Hector.
“I don’t think so.”
Whoosh!
The arm bone gripping the necklace flew back as if drawn by a magnet, striking the collapsed torso.
Click!
Clack!
Snap!
Bone fragments scattered across the floor began attaching themselves to the fallen skeleton’s torso of their own accord. The skeleton staggered upright, and within moments had perfectly reconstructed itself to its former state.
Hector’s pupils trembled with disbelief.
The skeleton approached Simon, still clutching the necklace, planted both feet firmly before him, and fastened the necklace around his neck.
Simon smirked as he stared at Hector’s stunned expression.
“That settled?”
Without waiting for anyone to speak first.
The classroom erupted in thunderous cheers.

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