Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 110

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 110
“I’ll go first.”
Fitzgerald was the one to begin the interview. The Undead he pulled from the pocket dimension was a type of creature Simon had never seen before.
Where legs should have been, biological wheels were mounted instead; the rectangular body resembled a carriage, yet from the chest upward, it bore the proper form of a human.
The enormous eyes flickered with unstable focus, trembling in all directions, while six arms moved in tandem, each performing strange, discordant gestures.
‘……This is Undead?’
The form was difficult to define in any single word—profoundly enigmatic and bewildering. To the eye, it resembled an ancient statue one might discover at the ruins of some forgotten civilization.
Simon stood baffled, but the second-years’ reactions were altogether different.
Dio leaned forward with curious interest, while Benya cried out with barely contained excitement.
“That’s a Chimera, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
The Chimera was called the masterwork of Undead research.
Living creatures suffer catastrophic physiological imbalance and premature death when subjected to even minor alteration or mutation from their natal form. Conjoined twins and mutant specimens exemplify this tragic principle.
But Undead exist far beyond the natural laws that bind living things, permitting Necromancers to conduct biological research of radical scope. The result is the Chimera—a meticulously engineered monstrosity created by blending diverse types of Undead cells.
“What’s the primary species that went into this one?”
Dio asked. By “primary,” he meant the core entity that formed the Chimera’s foundation.
Fitzgerald answered without hesitation.
“A Seiren.”
Both Benya and Dio exhaled soft gasps of astonishment.
The Seiren is a rare monster—half human, half avian creature of the sea.
“And you’ve already mastered a magic-type Undead in your first year.”
“I’ve heard a Seiren’s consciousness is so convoluted that merely touching its mind drives you mad!”
“Yes. For me, maintaining the connection for five minutes is the absolute limit.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his Glasses as he spoke.
“But that instability doesn’t present a problem for me.”
Everyone found themselves nodding in agreement, almost against their will.
Benya examined the Chimera from every conceivable angle, her eyes gleaming with fascination, until finally she turned to Fitzgerald with a question.
“Could you possibly give us a demonstration? Though of course, if it’s too much trouble——”
“I’ll do it.”
Fitzgerald closed his eyes quietly. The moment he did, the Chimera’s eyes snapped open.
Its six arms bent in disparate directions, each assuming a wholly distinct posture—a sight uncanny to behold.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Magical circles materialized, one for each arm, and from within them erupted torrents of black flame and ice, striking against the walls in chaotic succession.
‘Extraordinary. A Summoned creature capable of casting six Dark spells simultaneously!’
Even Simon couldn’t help but be astonished. With a Chimera this powerful, maintaining a top-tier ranking in Kizen seemed all but assured.
“……That’s all.”
Fitzgerald staggered as he severed the connection with the Chimera.
“Brilliant!”
Benya threw both arms up and bounced excitedly, then snapped her finger in Fitzgerald’s direction.
“You pass! You’re absolutely passing!”
“Thank you.”
“What about you?”
Benya glanced sidelong at Dio and posed the question. Dio nodded readily.
“……It fits our club’s concept perfectly. I’m fine with it.”
“Then that’s one confirmed pass! Next!”
Toto’s turn came next.
‘Toto’s special Undead……’
Simon was intensely curious about what Undead Toto would produce.
Until now, she had only ever used Skeletons, so what sort of special Undead had she managed to acquire in this short span?
“H-here I go!”
Receiving Benya’s expectant gaze full-force, Toto—visibly tense—opened a pocket dimension.
What emerged from within was nothing unusual.
“……Dogs?”
Three mid-sized canines with luxuriant fur stepped forth, their bulk and sharp teeth lending them a wolf-like appearance.
Simon scratched the side of his head.
‘But those don’t look like Undead at all……’
To Simon’s mind, this seemed less like the Undead of Summoning and more akin to Taming—the art of subjugating monsters through Dark Magic and binding them as Summoned creatures.
“Interesting. Little one.”
Yet Benya’s assessment differed entirely.
“These dogs—they’re all dead children, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“……!”
Undead? Truly?
Yet for corpses, they had far too much fur and moved with such vigor—they looked remarkably healthy.
“……I see.”
Dio seemed to grasp it as well, crouching down. Benya nodded and picked up the thread.
“Parasitic Undead.”
Parasites were among the world’s most peculiar forms of undead.
They infiltrated the bodies of specific animals and lived as parasites within them, passing through stages of hypnosis, paralysis, and hallucination until finally they hollowed out the host’s heart and decomposed their own form in its place, forming a “Core.”
The infected animal never realized it had died or become undead, but gradually its very consciousness was consumed by the parasite’s presence.
Because of this unique characteristic, parasites were actively studied as a subject by necromancers with an interest in immortality.
“Impressive. Handling parasites is no trivial feat.”
Benya rested her hands on her hips and smiled. At her praise, Toto flushed with embarrassment yet wore an expression of pure elation.
“Would you care to show us your skill?”
“Y-yes!”
“……Then fight against my skeletons.”
Dio drew several skeletons from his pocket dimension and sent them forward. Toto immediately issued attack commands to the parasite-infected dogs.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The dogs closed the distance with speed incomparably superior to the skeletons, and with a single leap they tore at a skeleton’s cervical spine, dropping it to the ground. Their paws and fangs were stained black—being undead themselves, they applied the Dark Element flawlessly.
Within minutes, the skeletons lay scattered across the floor, shredded by the dogs.
“Come back!”
The dogs, which had been gnawing at the skeletons like chew toys, trotted back to Toto. When Toto knelt and stroked their heads, the animals wagged their tails and licked his face.
“Excellent work! You’ve passed with flying colors, young one!”
“Thank you so much!”
Toto bowed his head respectfully.
“And finally…….”
Benya tossed her cream-colored hair and fixed her gaze on Simon.
“What sort of undead will you show us?”
Now it was Simon’s turn. He hesitated a moment, then looked at Dio and spoke.
“Could you raise those skeletons again for me?”
“……Hm? Sure.”
At Dio’s gesture, the skeleton was restored to its original form. Simon took his stance and drew in a deep breath.
What was he planning to show? Suddenly the basement grew thick with tension.
While everyone watched with wide eyes, Simon grasped an invisible lever and opened his pocket dimension.
‘Attack.’
Even at Simon’s command, it remained still. Of course, he hadn’t expected it to respond immediately.
Simon issued the command repeatedly, one after another.
Shriek—!
Sharp blade-like tentacles of metal and bone erupted from the pocket dimension, obliterating the skeleton in a single stroke as they lashed past.
“Wooooow!”
“What—what is that?”
Gasps burst from all sides. Simon gestured again, and the tentacles retreated into the pocket dimension.
“……I’m—I’m stunned.”
“That’s an undead?”
As everyone murmured among themselves, Benya stood with a blank expression, saying nothing.
“……I’ve never seen an undead like that before.”
Shock was written all over her face.
She rushed forward and seized Simon by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth frantically.
“You! What was that just now! Don’t leave me in suspense—show me again, quickly!”
“……Ah, yes. I’ll show you.”
Simon opened his pocket dimension and carefully withdrew the Overload. Everyone gasped anew.
“What exactly is this?”
“An undead mollusc? I never knew such a thing could exist.”
All eyes turned to Simon with questions, and he began to explain slowly.
How he had visited the Blue Harbor Undead Exhibition and received it as a quest reward from a client, and that it was an undead based on a Kraken.
“The Blue Harbor Undead Exhibition!”
Benya clapped her hands together with a sharp sound.
“I really wanted to go there! I kept waiting in case a related quest would come in!”
“I was fortunate. I only managed it because someone had specifically requested me for the task.”
“So those undead were what was on display there? That makes more sense now.”
Benya moved closer, clearly eager to touch the creature herself, but Overload kept its long tentacles raised in warning, so she contented herself with a wistful smile.
Seeing this, Simon accessed Overload’s consciousness. Then he moved one tentacle forward and ran his palm across it smoothly.
“Would you like to touch it?”
“Yes! Yes!”
Benya arrived beside Simon at incredible speed.
“Be careful—the edges are sharp. Don’t cut your fingers.”
Her expression grew serious as she reached out to feel Overload’s blade.
“You mixed mithril with the bone, didn’t you?”
“Exactly, senior.”
“This balance is exquisite.”
Ping.
She flicked one of Overload’s legs lightly with her finger, and a clear, crystalline note rang out.
“The craftsman’s skill is certainly exceptional, but this golden ratio between bone and mithril is the product of a miracle—pure coincidence piled upon coincidence. I doubt we’ll ever see another Kraken undead crafted with such precision.”
“……Ah.”
“So you’d better take good care of it.”
She withdrew her hand from Overload and patted Simon’s back heartily, breaking into a wide grin.
“Wonderful! Congratulations on joining the club, my friend!”
Simon bowed politely even as he winced from the blow.
Now all three of them were members of the Mutation club.
“I’m thrilled! Ask me anything—about the club, life at Kizen, undead, whatever you want!”
They settled onto the sofa, arranged refreshments before them, and began talking in earnest.
Simon hadn’t realized how precious it was to have someone with whom he could share the same passions seriously. He lost track of time, absorbed in the conversation.
When the discussion circled back to Overload, Benya spoke again.
“Overload’s inherent specs are certainly strong, but I doubt you can keep its body outside the subspace and still make it work effectively.”
Her observation was precise—the same concern Pier had raised.
“Summoners accept that their creatures will be destroyed; it’s part of the profession. But Overload is simply too fragile on its own.”
“Yes. That’s why I’ve been practicing keeping Overload inside the subspace and attacking with its long legs from there.”
“But it’s not easy, is it?”
“No, the consciousness link is the main problem…”
She paused for a moment in thought, then snapped her fingers.
“Say, would you be interested in meeting a subspace artisan?”
“A what?”
“The solution lies in the subspace itself. I think for Overload, subspace operation isn’t optional—it’s essential. So you should commission a specialized subspace designed for Overload!”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Is that even possible? We can’t leave Rocksum during the semester, can we?”
“That’s why I’m telling you this—he’s here at Rocksum right now. Have you ever heard the name Gelen Eclipse? He’s under contract with our Vanilla.”
The name rang a bell somehow.
Simon wracked his brain, searching his memory.
—A product not yet released to the public. The latest creation of Gelen Eclipse, hailed as the brightest young master craftsman of his generation!
Simon looked down at the ring on his finger.
That was it. Gelen Eclipse was the creator of the very subspace he was wearing right now.
Excitement surged through Simon, and he shot to his feet.
“Tell me, senior! How can I meet him?”
At last, a path forward appeared.

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