Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 111

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The Summoning Genius at Necromancer Academy — Chapter 111
The next morning.
Simon’s new routine began after the mission evaluation.
“How has everyone been?”
“Great, Professor!”
It had been a while since Jane’s beginner Dark Magic class.
Simon sat at the same table as Dick, Merin, and Kamibarez, listening to Jane’s lecture. Whenever he caught the eye of Sindy Vivache or Jamie Victoria at the next table—people he’d grown closer to through the “Mutant” club—they’d exchange greetings. He also nodded to Toto, whom he’d become friendlier with through club activities.
“There are some announcements this week.”
Jane spoke.
As always, news of Kizen’s major events came after her words. Everyone waited with tense faces for what came next.
“First, your midterm exam results have been released.”
Ah—
Sighs echoed through the classroom.
Dick buried his head in the table, Merin tapped her fingers rhythmically against it without hiding her anticipation, and Kamibarez fluttered the bat wings on her back with her characteristic nervous expression.
“You’ll all receive both your midterm scores and rankings. Of course, the rankings are measured purely by written exam scores without the practical assessments factored in.”
Teaching assistants bustled about, calling students’ names. Unusually, the grade reports were sealed inside envelopes.
“Simon Polentia?”
“Here!”
Simon politely accepted the envelope from the teaching assistant.
He’d only vaguely thought he’d studied hard; he hadn’t done any preliminary grading. Now that the results were in his hands, nervousness crashed over him like a wave.
Simon swallowed hard, opened the envelope, and pulled out the crisp paper inside.
[Simon Polentia]
Curse Magic: 63.00
Dark Reversal Magic: 65.00
Summoning Magic: 87.00
Necromancy: 44.00
Blood Magic: 61.00
Poison Magic: 60.00
Magical Combat: 73.00
Holy Defense Magic: 70.00
Total: 65.375 [Rank: 458th]
‘Wow!’
It had come out far better than Simon had expected.
On Jane’s first test, he’d averaged 37 points. Now he was averaging 65.
He’d jumped nearly 30 points!
In Kizen, where geniuses swarmed everywhere, the fact that he’d solidly secured a middle-ranking position through written exams alone felt significant.
His effort had paid off, and he’d proven that even without prior preparation, he had a fighting chance. Simon felt like he was floating.
The moment he looked up, his eyes met Merin’s—her expression determined.
She forced a smile and asked.
“How many points in Summoning Magic?”
“You first.”
“What? I asked you first!”
Merin whined for him to hurry. Dick beside her caught a glimpse of Simon’s grade report and snickered, letting out a low whistle.
“Simon really studied hard! You’ve got competition, Merin.”
“So how many points?!”
Simon answered with a wry smile.
“87.”
Merin’s expression shifted in subtle ways.
A mixture of joy and frustration, perhaps even relief?
Now it was Simon’s turn to feel anxious. “You told me, so tell me quickly.”
“Sigh.”
She laid her grade report on the table like she was opening a poker hand.
“I lost. 85.”
“Yaaay!”
Kamibarez let out an enthusiastic cheer and firmly grasped Simon’s hand.
“Congratulations, Simon! You can stay at Kizen with us!”
“Th-thanks, Kami.”
Watching Kamibarez, deeply moved, Merin laughed silently.
In truth, she’d never had any intention of sending Simon away from Kizen over a silly bet like this.

And Merin scored in the nineties across every subject except her weak point, Summoning Magic. She’d achieved an average of ninety once again.
But the overall ranking came as something of a surprise.
Total Score: 92.00 [Ranking: 2nd]
Despite receiving a score of 92 points—an almost unbelievable mark—Merin was not first in the entire school.
“Kizen really is vast, isn’t it.”
She exhaled heavily. Simon offered comfort in his words.
“Still, you’re ranked second across all of Kizen, aren’t you? That’s truly remarkable.”
“Come on, that’s nothing. Midterm scores don’t mean much.”
She waved her hand dismissively.
“At Kizen, practical evaluations matter far more than written exams. Duel evaluations, field exams, mission scores—those kinds of things. Their weighting is so heavy that when all the monsters’ grades are factored in, I’ll plummet right outside the top ten.”
“But, but we all made it into the Mansion, didn’t we? We should be able to count on Island Survival scores too!”
Simon also had considerable room to improve his ranking.
He had always been stronger in actual combat.
The Cyclops hunt earned him Class A’s highest score: a perfect one hundred points.
The written practical assessment before the midterm had also gone well thanks to Merin’s contributions.
The Island Survival score, now that they’d made it into the Mansion, was expected to place in the upper ranks.
The missions in both Arnish and Blue Harbor had been completed flawlessly.
The duel evaluation was currently undefeated. He belonged to the Top Squad.
When all these real combat scores were reflected, Simon’s heart swelled with anticipation over how much his ranking would climb by the end of the semester.
“Attention.”
The students, who had been chattering away and comparing scores, fell silent at Jane’s single word.
“Now you understand where you stand. Those in the upper ranks—well done, but don’t rest on your laurels. Keep your eyes fixed higher. And those in the lower ranks, there’s still room for a comeback, so give it your all.”
She continued, meeting the students’ eyes.
“We’ve only just passed the midpoint of the first semester.”
“Yes, Professor!”
“This week overlaps with the mission period, so there are no major announcements. Prepare for the duel evaluation as usual, and use this time to shore up your weak points and maximize your capabilities.”
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
“That’s the only way you’ll survive the next field exam.”
At her ominous words, tension flickered across the students’ faces. Jane turned to look behind her.
“Teaching assistant. Have the next duel evaluation opponents been announced?”
“Yes! They were just released, Professor.”
Jane accepted a sheet of paper. Students craned their necks forward, rustling with anticipation.
The duel evaluation, where they faced one-on-one against a fellow Kizen student, had always been the students’ greatest point of interest and conversation.
“A duel evaluation at last, after the midterms, Island Survival, and mission evaluations,” Jane said.
She waved the document as she spoke. “From here on out, after the first half of the semester has passed, things become real. Unlike the beginning, when you were all fumbling about unsure which Dark Magic to use in personal combat, you’ve all established your own styles by now. Your opponents have grown just as much as you have.”
Simon nodded at Jane’s words.
Those clumsy days were behind them. Whoever they faced, everyone would have at least one trump card, and the gap in ability had narrowed considerably.
Simon in particular, being in the Top Squad, could only face the highest-caliber fighters.
Who would he face this time?
The teaching assistants distributed handouts listing the duel evaluation matchups. Simon took his and, drawing a light breath, confirmed his opponent’s name.
It was someone he’d already met once before. Dick turned his head to look at Simon’s matchup.
“Simon! You’re fighting… oh.”
Dick clicked his tongue. Merin’s expression grew complicated as well.
“This won’t be easy.”
[Second Arena – Round 1, Match 6]
A-Class Simon Polentia vs. M-Class Malcolm Randolph.
The aggressive special admission student, number ten, who had caused a slight incident in the Mansion during Island Survival.
Simon was facing a named-tier student for the first time.

That night.
Inside a dusty abandoned building.
Screech. Screech-screech-screech.
The Silver Staff dragged across the building’s hard floor, sparks erupting in its wake.
“This school doesn’t let you get bored for a second.”
A man with hair the color of yellow light dragged the staff as he walked.
Though it was an abandoned building, curtains hung over the windows, and M-Class students stood rigidly at attention, their faces tense. They were all Malcolm’s faction.
Malcolm lifted the staff onto his shoulder and, with a sound like “whump,” settled onto the uneven ground.
A pained groan leaked out from beneath him.

In truth, it was not a hillside at all, but Kizen students stacked and sprawled across the ground in pools of blood. Several of them coughed, spitting blood onto the concrete.
“Impressive, really—creating something like this. Not even taught in Poison Magic.”
Malcolm held a potion bottle by its tip, swinging it back and forth with his fingers.
“Memory-Destroying Potion. Drink it, and it damages your most painful recent memories.”
He set the potion down on the ground as he spoke.
“You were planning to force this down my throat? Say something. Go on.”
Before Malcolm, a student hung limp against an old chalkboard, his arms chained and stretched down.
Malcolm grinned wickedly.
“Haren Coke.”
……
Haren was drenched in blood.
Blood dripped steadily from his mouth, pooling beneath him on the floor. Teeth scattered around him. Several of his fingers were bent at sickening angles.
Malcolm extended his staff, tapping the side of Haren’s face with it.
“You cooked up this pathetic scheme because you’re afraid of my retaliation? Christ, how predictable.”
It had started like this.
On Island Survival, Haren Coke had failed to properly execute Serne’s orders and hadn’t restored Bahil’s trust in him either.
Now, unprotected by anyone, he had to face the consequences of playing with Malcolm using Serne’s Feather.
So before Malcolm could strike at him, he’d plotted to strike first.
At the time, Malcolm was carrying out a merciless purge within his faction—treating the M-Class students who’d abandoned him during his humiliation by Serne’s Feather as traitors and suppressing them ruthlessly.
So Haren sought out those traitors whose interests aligned with his own, purchasing Memory-Destroying Potion from Rochester’s black market.
He’d lured Malcolm away from the dining hall where he was eating with the traitors, planning to slip the potion into Malcolm’s food and drink in the chaos—but then.
—Malcolm! Those bastards are trying to make you eat something weird!
A traitor among them had turned coat and exposed the plan.
Everything fell apart, and Malcolm, fury burning behind his eyes, punished Haren and his accomplices with merciless brutality.
And now, this.
“You’re all so predictable. Every last one of you.”
Malcolm laughed shrilly, swinging the potion bottle.
“You wanted to erase the memory of me crawling on my hands and knees before Haren like a dog, didn’t you? It won’t work. It won’t. I have no intention of ever forgetting this humiliation.”
Cough! Cough!
Chained to the chalkboard, Haren spat blood, his face twisted in terror as he stared at Malcolm.
“P-please… spare me…”
“Fuck off.”
Crack!
Malcolm swung the staff in his hand, striking Haren’s face once more.
“If you wanted to live,”
Thud!
“You shouldn’t have”
Smack!
“Touched me in the first place.”
Bang!
Blood sprayed in continuous arcs.
Malcolm’s faction members all kept their heads down, but one of them summoned the courage to speak carefully.
“M-Malcolm. Isn’t this going too far?”
“Yeah! Covering this up is going to be a nightmare—”
Malcolm’s eyes turned razor-sharp as he glared at them.
“Then you handle it instead.”
At that, his faction members fell silent immediately.
Malcolm’s family was a notorious gangster organization—one of the three major criminal syndicates operating across the entire Dark Alliance.
Malcolm had inherited his father’s cruelty in full, and he understood fear intimately; he knew precisely how to break a person’s nerve.
“Tie them up.”
Malcolm gestured.
His faction members scrambled over and hauled the traitors off the floor, seating them in chairs and binding their hands behind them with rope. They gagged their mouths with cloth.
“Bare their bellies.”
The traitors’ clothing was rolled up, exposing their abdomens. Malcolm walked over deliberately and picked up an iron bar that glowed hot from the flames.
The traitors, their mouths gagged with cloth, wailed and screamed.
“I came to school because I wanted to live like a normal student, you know? So why won’t any of you help me?”
“Ugh! Uuugh!”
The traitors shook their heads violently, desperately.
“Go ahead and snitch to the professors later, crying your eyes out. Got it?”
Malcolm laughed wickedly as he stepped closer.
“That’s the only way I can let go of my regrets and comfortably take care of your family affairs as an ordinary person. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Ugh! Uuuuuugh!”
Malcolm’s mouth twisted into a demonic grin.
“Help me.”
A terrible scream tore through the air.
“Just help me live as a normal student.”
The work of sowing terror had begun. Malcolm turned back, laughing with an eerie chill.
“You’re last. Haren Coke.”
Haren’s face went pale with fear as tears and snot streamed down his cheeks.

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