Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 117

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School — Episode 117
Simon blinked.
“The most important function, you said?”
“Yes. Focus on the ring on your finger, and press down firmly with your left foot on the ground.”
Following Gelen’s instruction, Simon pressed down gently with his left foot on the dirt floor. It felt as though he were stepping on a button, and a transparent magic circle took shape centered on his left foot.
“Now you should see a virtual magic circle in the caster’s eyes. Try activating it by channeling Darkness into the circle.”
Activate? How exactly was he supposed to do that?
Simon felt bewildered, but he channeled a small amount of Darkness into the magic circle anyway.
Whoosh!
Black flames ignited at one corner of the magic circle, and it blazed to life.
‘Ah, so that’s how you do it.’
There was no complicated process. The virtual magic circle formed of its own accord the moment he channeled Darkness into it.
“This state is called ‘Set Mode.’ The moment your left foot leaves the ground, Set Mode deactivates.”
When Simon lifted his left foot, the magic circle truly dissolved into the air like mist. As soon as he pressed down again and summoned Darkness, the circle reformed and returned to Set Mode.
‘This is amazing!’
A childlike smile crossed Simon’s face.
“Now, what you can do in this Set Mode is quite simple. The caster can open up to six subspaces simultaneously.”
Simon’s eyes widened in shock.
“Six at the same time?”
“Yes. Look around you.”
Six transparent magic circles were now hovering in the air around them.
“If no other settings are configured, subspaces will open at the locations of these virtual magic circles visible only to the caster. The execution is simple—you just need to speak the activation word ‘Open Gate’ in your mind. You can also speak it aloud if you prefer.”
Simon nodded, drawing his concentration tighter.
This time too, he would create a virtual target in the air and command the Overlord to focus its attack there.
“Open Gate!”
Whoosh!
Whoooooosh!
Whoosh!
Six magic circles burst open, and from within them, six tentacles erupted forth as if they had been waiting, piercing through the empty air.
Simon couldn’t help but cry out in wonder.
“Wow!”
Benya, standing beside him, gasped and clapped his hands. Simon spun toward Gelen and shouted.
“Gelen! You’re a genius! How did you ever create a multi-dimensional subspace like this!”
“Aha! Originally, this was a ‘prototype’ I was working on with the idea of opening multiple subspaces. It seems fate brought it to me, and I’ve repurposed it as a dedicated magic circle for the Overlord. It was rewarding work indeed.”
Gelen raised his index finger proudly.
“But as I mentioned, this subspace requires an output different from its normal purpose, so……”
“There could be risks involved, correct?”
“Heh heh! Yes, that’s right. Can you feel it?”
Simon looked down at the ring on his left hand.
“The ring has gotten warm.”
“Yes. When you open many subspaces at once and do so frequently, the subspace gradually becomes overloaded.”
Simon’s expression grew puzzled.
A subspace that could open six doors simultaneously, and the ring getting a bit warm was a risk?
“Once you enter actual combat, there will be times when you must keep opening subspaces continuously. But if you keep overusing them even after the ring becomes hot enough to cause burns, then eventually……”
Pop—
Gelen made the sound effect with his mouth.
“In the worst case, it explodes. Your finger might be blown clean off.”
“…Ah.”
Just thinking about it made his fingers ache.
“Of course, as long as you don’t overuse it, there’s absolutely no problem. All you need is common sense and restraint, caster. When the ring becomes too hot beyond its threshold, stop using it. And when the ring cools down, wait patiently. Just follow these two rules, and I’m confident there will be no issues with its use.”
So don’t overuse it—that was clear. Simon nodded.
“And to prevent frequent overloading of the subspace, I’d recommend using it at around four doors on average rather than opening all six at maximum. Save the six as your ace in the hole, for true emergencies.”
With his explanation complete, Gelen bowed his head slightly.
“That concludes it. Do you have any questions?”
“I have tons! First of all……”
Simon unleashed his questions in a torrent, as though he’d been waiting to ask them. Simultaneously, his mind raced through the most efficient ways to command the Overlord.
‘If that’s the case….’
Simon felt confidence welling up inside him.
‘With this, I can win with my own strength alone.’

* * *
That night, in the First-Year Male Dormitory.
“Finally, tomorrow’s the weekend!”
Dick sprawled across his bed and shouted.
“Simon! Should we ask Merin where to go on the weekend?”
“Sorry. I’ve already scheduled intensive training.”
Right after the weekend, the Duel Evaluation against Malcolm would take place. By then, he had to get the new Subspace-based Overlord control working properly, no matter what.
“Well, if it’s the Malcolm match, can’t be helped.”
Dick lifted his chin onto his pillow with a reluctant expression, but his tone conveyed understanding.
And the very next day, on the weekend, hell training began in earnest.
“Didn’t I tell you? You may start however you like, but how it ends is up to me.”
Aaron even came to Kizen on the weekend to supervise Simon’s Overlord training. This time, it involved placing the Overlord in a Subspace while blocking the bones Aaron hurled at him.
The intensity was so high that anyone watching might have thought he was being tortured—it was relentless.
Simon worked through it until he was utterly spent, gladly pushing through the grueling session. By the end, he’d gained a sense of roughly how much force was needed before the Ring grew hot.
[Hmph! That Professor Kizen only thinks like a Necromancer! Training without a complete understanding of the Undead is meaningless!]
Pier ignited with a peculiar competitive spirit toward Aaron, summoning Simon to the Ruins. Though already drained from Aaron’s session, Simon wasn’t one to refuse extra practice.
[Even if attacks pass through the Subspace, the essence doesn’t change! Read the Overlord’s Thought Command and execute the most effective strike!]
“Yes!”
After training with Pier, Simon returned to Kizen and stopped by the “Mutant” Club Room.
Since Simon had been running around until he tasted blood, the Overlord had likewise been put through its paces in training.
“Simon!”
“You’re here.”
“Oh, you two.”
Even on a weekend, Toto and Fitzgerald were in the Club Room assembling a Skeleton together. Simon broke into a grin.
“You two have gotten pretty close.”
Toto scratched his head.
“Huh? Have we? Ha.”
“Quiet. Help me with this assembly.”
“Sure. And help me with my work when we’re done.”
Once the Skeleton assembly was finished, Simon withdrew the Overlord from the Subspace, and the two helped apply medicinal compounds to the desiccated parts of its body.
“Wait.”
Fitzgerald rose and felt along one of the Overlord’s legs. Simon gasped in alarm.
“Be careful! Touching it carelessly is dangerous…!”
“This leg feels off.”
Fitzgerald stared at the Overlord’s leg as if trying to bore through it. Simon shrugged.
“Does it? They all look the same to me.”
“This Undead—its creator is dead, right?”
“Right.”
“Hmm.”
Fitzgerald, lost in thought for a moment, turned to Simon.
“I think the creator put extra work into this leg. Access the Overlord’s Thought Command and try extending the leg further.”
“Further?”
“Yeah. Like unfolding it.”
Fitzgerald was an eccentric, but Simon sensed he had some basis for what he was saying.
Simon closed his eyes and stretched the leg to its maximum length. Right in that state.
‘Unfold!’
He issued the command through Thought Command. The Overlord showed an unusual response.
Its leg trembled for a moment, then went slack.
Considering the Overlord’s nature of simply ignoring impossible commands, this was strange.
Just now it hadn’t been ‘unable to do it’—it seemed like it had simply failed.
‘Try again…!’
Simon issued the command once more. The Overlord’s leg quivered, then came a creaking sound.
‘Keep going! Don’t give up!’
As he continued commanding, the bones that he’d thought were tightly fused together unfurled like a compressed spring releasing, stretching out lengthwise.
When fully extended, the Overlord’s leg was a full one and a half times longer than its ordinary limbs.
“Told you I was right?”
Fitzgerald flashed a triumphant smile.
“The creator probably tried to add this function to the other legs too, but failed, so they just fused them all together. Looks like only this one can extend.”
Simon jumped to his feet and grabbed his hand.
“Thank you! Fitzgerald!”
“Huh? Oh, oh.”
“I’ve found the real crucial hint!”
Simon’s eyes lit up.
This variable was significant to have grasped.
He began to think that he might be able to craft a formidable winning strategy.

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The morning of the Duel Evaluation arrived after the weekend ended.
Kizen had significantly expanded the scale of outside observers permitted for this Duel Evaluation.
Representatives from the kingdom and various institutions, along with scouts—numerous people had come to Rocksum to attend this public Duel Evaluation.
“The Arena is this way!”
“Please follow the regulations!”
And it was the attendants sent to manage the nobles who were suffering.
Lena, a four-year veteran dormitory manager, had also been brought in to oversee the event, and it was killing her.
“Oh! Do you know who this person is!”
“Surely I can just speak with the students for a moment?”
“Absolutely not! Not at all!”
Lena forced a smile, but internally she was screaming in agony.
‘Ugh! These old fools with their status won’t listen to a word anyone says. Seriously!’
The nobles had high egos and resented following the attendants’ directions. They constantly flaunted their rank and wealth, and whenever they felt insufficiently treated, they’d complain loud enough to make one’s ears bleed.
She thought managing reckless students would actually be preferable.
‘Oh.’
Just then, a middle-aged man stroking his mustache began to slip slyly away from the queue.
Lena spread both her arms to block his path.
“You cannot go in! It is strictly forbidden for civilians to visit areas outside the Arena!”
“Oh, don’t you know who I am? I’m the Earl Sorio. I just want to catch a glimpse of my son’s face…….”
“My lord, absolutely not! Visits must follow proper procedure.”
“Now, must you be so rigid about it?”
The Earl Sorio slipped a small pouch of gold coins from his sleeve and pressed it into her hands.
“I cannot accept this! Oh! Please, my lord, don’t do this!”
“Now, now, just keep it.”
While the two of them were bickering, the Earl Sorio gave a subtle signal with his eyes.
Whoosh!
Two men who had been attending him suddenly burst toward the First-Year Campus.
“Two of them are going!”
“Stop them!”
The attendants and instructors gasped and gave chase.
But the men were no ordinary servants either—in an instant, they activated their cores and transformed their bodies into Spirit Form, and the instructors’ grasping hands only cut through empty air.
‘Were they Necromancers!’
If they broke through, hell would break loose. The instructors cried out and kept after them, but the two transformed figures did not slow their pace.
The moment they had just reached the entrance to the First-Year Campus.
Clang!
Clang!
Chains suddenly flew through the air and bound the two men.
‘How—they’re in Spirit Form, how is this possible?’
There was no time to ponder. The two men ensnared by the chains traced a great arc through the air before crashing to the ground directly behind the Earl Sorio.
Boom!
A cloud of dust erupted. After a moment, the two men, with their heads embedded in the ground, trembled and then went limp.
Murmur, murmur, murmur.
Other nobles watching the scene either snickered or covered their mouths with their fans.
The Earl Sorio’s face flushed hot with rage.
“How dare you do this to my retainers! Who—who are you!”
“I am the Vice-Principal.”
Step. Step.
All the instructors and attendants who had been standing nearby stiffened and rose stiffly, parting to both sides. Like the parting of the Red Sea, a single woman walked forward between the retreating crowd.
Her severely cropped hair and cold violet eyes radiated an air of solemnity.
‘K-Kizen’s Vice-Principal Jane Olivia……!’
She strode forward and came to stand before the Earl.
“You need not worry—we are taking excellent care of your son. But direct contact of this sort is not permitted.”
It was the first time she had stood face-to-face with such a great Necromancer.
Sorio spoke, trembling with fear.
“Is it so wrong that I wish to see my own son?”
“Once enrolled here, he is a Necromancer of Kizen before he is your son. And.”
As she opened her palm, two Potions that had been nestled in her attendants’ hands rose into the air. Earl Sorio’s face drained of color.
“Even if you were to give these to your son now, they won’t change the outcome of this match.”
“……”
“Since you’ve honored us with a visit, I trust you’ll have a pleasant time.”
She walked away, and Earl Sorio bowed his head in resignation.
Just then, a young noblewoman in a dress began waving her hands frantically.
“Jane! Jane!”
“Ah, Your Highness.”
Jane approached her with a bright smile.
“Welcome.”
“Yes! Coming to see Kizen’s events is one of life’s great pleasures! Oh.”
She lowered her voice and leaned close to Jane’s ear.
“I hear this Special Exception Number One is absolutely unprecedented. What do you think?”
Jane’s smile turned wry.
“Surely courtesy demands you ask after my brother’s wellbeing first, does it not?”
“I don’t know about him! Some noble, some prince — he comes here and founds strange factions! Honestly, he hasn’t changed a bit since his palace days!”
The complaining princess turned her gaze back to Jane.
“So will this Special Exception Number One do well? There’s a Duel Evaluation between the Special Exceptions today! I’m absolutely thrilled about it.”
“Yes, you may look forward to it.”
Jane’s smile was subtle and knowing.
“The student in question is under my tutelage.”
“Really?”
“I must attend to other duties, so I’ll take my leave now.”
Jane bowed and walked away. The princess covered her mouth, giggling with delight.
“Jane saying something like that? How unusual.”
Just what kind of power does this student wield? Heart racing with anticipation, she made her way toward the Arena.

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