Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 119

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 119
“Damn it!!”
Malcolm, seething with rage, continued to squeeze out his Dark Element, conjuring another Doppelgänger.
Simon knocked away the staff embedded in the ground, but the Magic Circle remained intact, and the Doppelgänger spawned without issue.
‘The staff wasn’t the medium for the magic after all.’
Simon smiled ruefully. Meanwhile, Malcolm’s fighting spirit burned all the brighter.
‘One blocked attack means nothing! Nothing has changed!’
Malcolm’s Doppelgängers rushed Simon again—not a coordinated encirclement this time, but a staggered barrage.
Simon surveyed his surroundings coldly, then moved his arm. A Subspace opened anew, and four tentacle blades writhed with a slithering sound.
The blades moved in different directions, each at a different speed.
Yet they complemented each other perfectly.
Any object moving in a line inevitably creates gaps, but those gaps were woven and covered by the other blades in turn, creating an organic flow.
Control that transcended mere utility and approached the realm of beauty.
Four blades crossing from different angles formed an impenetrable cage around their master, and within that formation, Simon moved.
Shhhhiiiii—
Sliding forward with his left foot planted. The Magic Circle on his left foot held firm, and Simon could manipulate the Overlord’s blades freely.
But Malcolm, his Magic Circle sprawled across the ground, could not flee. He had to keep his feet on the Magic Circle to channel his Dark Element and generate the Doppelgängers.
In other words, Malcolm’s maximum range of movement was only to the edge of his circle.
Shhhhwaaaaa!
Shhhwaaa!
Blades slashed, Doppelgängers burst apart and scattered like coal dust—the cycle repeated.
Now the Doppelgängers were being destroyed the moment they manifested. Malcolm watched his own identical summons being slaughtered and bit his lip.
“Waaaahhh!”
“Brilliant, Number One!!”
The stands erupted in frenzy.
Malcolm’s Doppelgänger technique was impressive, certainly, but Simon displayed a combat style unique and unparalleled among all the Necromancers in the kingdom. The crowd’s attention naturally gravitated toward him.
The high-ranking dignitaries observing from the VIP stands let out exclamations of wonder.
“Remarkable. The title of Kizen’s premier is well deserved.”
“What Dark Magic is that?”
“It’s not Dark Magic. It’s a combat style where he summons something from a Subspace and retrieves it—the thing in that Subspace must be a Summon!”
The one who answered was not a noble of Necromancer lineage, but Princess Molly of the Dresden Kingdom. The surrounding nobles nodded knowingly with amused smiles.
Everyone knew that she never missed Kizen’s Duel Evaluations at major events, and that she was a Necromancer specialist of the highest caliber.
‘Extraordinary!’
The princess turned her gaze back to the arena, her face alight with excitement as she gently gnawed her thumb.
‘Undead through and through—that’s all a Necromancer’s Summons can be—yet such exquisite control is possible!’
Jane’s words about having high expectations were no idle flattery. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of Simon’s battle. She craned her neck forward, lifting slightly off her seat.
‘A name worth remembering! Simon Polentia!’
And in the stands, a little removed from the VIP section, a heavy silence hung in the air.
“Professor Bahil. Composure. Control your expression.”
Chehekle, the chief assistant of Curse Studies, tapped his fingers rhythmically, reminding Bahil.
Bahil had been in a foul mood for the past month. Nothing had unfolded according to his wishes.
Simon had not joined the Curse Research Society, and now he was fighting in this Duel Evaluation using Summoning Studies in front of the entire crowd.
But.
‘……?’
Chehekle was startled by Bahil’s expression. It was not the demonic scowl he usually wore, but a warm, melting smile—like watching a grandchild play.
“Talent has limits. Potential has limits.”
Bahil traced his tongue across his lips as he continued.
“But this? This has far transcended such bounds! Is it not miraculous?”
“…….”
Chehekle’s expression showed surprise.
“Aren’t you upset that Simon chose not to fight using Curse Studies?”
“Of course I’m upset. Thoroughly displeased! But—”
Bahil shifted his posture, unable to contain his excitement.
“The thought of a genius like that falling into my hands—yes, I can endure this gladly!”
“……Professor Aaron of Summoning Studies is clearly in the lead in this race to recruit Simon.”
“No need to rush. He will come to me eventually.”
Bahil propped up his knee and rested his chin on it, smiling.
“For now, as I watch his battle unfold, I wish to be nothing but a pure Necromancer, nothing more.”
The match continued to lean overwhelmingly in Simon’s favor. Twenty Doppelgängers that Malcolm had painstakingly gathered vanished in a single sweep of the Overlord’s blade.
‘Damn it!’
Even when Malcolm controlled two or three Doppelgängers directly and set up feints, Simon refused to fall for them.
Simon didn’t predict the Doppelgängers’ movements—he literally watched each one through to completion before committing his blades.
The speed gap was so vast that this restraint was even an option, and from it flowed a steadiness that couldn’t be shaken.
‘The Dark Element’s starting to seep in. And he keeps closing the distance.’
Malcolm stumbled backward.
He was already treading on the edge of the Doppelgänger’s Magic Circle. One more step back and he’d lose the summons entirely.
‘Time for a desperate gamble!’
There was no room left for half-measures.
Malcolm swung his arm behind his back. He tore open a Subspace and let a fist-sized potion bottle glow with blue light fall into his palm.
A specialty item from the vast Randolph Gang family.
It was a Liquid Explosive Potion—one that channeled Dark Element to trigger a catastrophic blast. Crafted from the byproducts of the explosion monster Longer, this weapon had made the Randolph Gang astronomical sums of money and toppled countless organizations in the process.
Normally, the caster risked being caught in the detonation and only used it as a last resort. But Malcolm, who could conjure Doppelgängers, played by different rules.
He squeezed out his Dark Element in one surge and manifested ten Doppelgängers at once.
Click-click-click-click!
The Doppelgängers shuffled rapidly, trading positions in a frantic pattern. It looked like mere positional confusion, but Malcolm had slipped the explosive bottles into the hands of three of them.
‘This attack ends it! Go!’
Ten Doppelgängers clutching explosives charged Simon from every angle. Simon kept one blade on defense and sent the other three to dismantle them.
Slash!
Slash-slash-slash!
His blades rippled through them like a striking serpent, tearing Doppelgängers apart as they passed.
As one Doppelgänger shattered, a potion bottle tumbled to the ground. A trailing Doppelgänger scooped it up at once, but Simon hadn’t missed the movement.
‘An explosive potion…!’
‘But it’s already too late!’
Malcolm smiled with the confidence of victory.
The Doppelgängers ignited the potions with bursts of Dark Element and charged Simon in unison.
Black light flashed and poured from the bottle necks.
‘I’ve won!’
Malcolm’s mouth twisted into a grin, certain of triumph.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!
An ashen explosion tore through the center of the arena.
The spectators screamed and hunched low. A massive barrier shimmered across the stands, but everyone felt the shockwave and its terrible force.
Malcolm laughed wildly as the blast wind hit him full in the chest.
It had been worth smuggling this out without his father’s knowledge. He’d catch an earful later, but the merit of breaking Talent Rank 1 and entering the Nobility tier far outweighed that price.
Rumble-rumble-rumble…
Explosion smoke and thick dust settled across the entire arena. The stands fell into heavy silence.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what would emerge.
“…He’s there!”
Someone cried out.
“I see him!”
“He’s fine!”
“WAAAAAAAAAAH!”
As the roar crashed down, Malcolm’s eyes went wide in disbelief.
Impossible. He could withstand that firepower?
But now it was visible even to Malcolm.
Click.
Click-click-click.
Six Overlord blades coiled around Simon’s body like a serpent, leaving no gap in their defense.
The blades parted with a whisper, and from the darkness between them, Simon’s eyes burned with killing intent.
Malcolm’s hair stood on end, and goosebumps raced down his arms.
‘Am I… feeling fear?’
It couldn’t be. He had always been the source of dread, the one who dealt in terror.
As Malcolm bit his lip until blood ran, one of the Overlord blades shot forward with a whisper.
Thud!
It pierced cleanly through the Doppelgänger in front of him. Cold sweat drenched Malcolm’s scalp, but mercifully the blade didn’t extend further—it withdrew after cutting down only that one summon.
“Ha!”
Malcolm’s mouth fell open.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Useless! All useless! I’ve already calculated your attack range!”
Slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash!
Another blade lashed toward Malcolm.
“I told you it was useless…!”
Right then, the tendril-blade’s body began to unfurl with a soft rustle, revealing the Mithril Bone Frame beneath. Its length extended by half again.
Simon smiled.
‘This is fun.’
The pleasure of shattering an opponent’s expectations, breaking through the cage of their patterns and assumptions, was exquisite.
Malcolm’s face twisted most satisfyingly.
Crash!
The tendril struck Malcolm’s chest in a direct hit. His body hurtled several meters through the air and smashed into the wall.
Simon exhaled slowly as the excited crowd’s cheers washed over him.
‘Getting close to the limit now.’
The hand wearing the Ring burned intensely. Simon withdrew all the blades and walked toward Malcolm.
For now, everything had unfolded according to plan.
The explosion just now had been unexpected, but he’d responded flawlessly, and he’d managed to push Malcolm outside the Magic Circle before the Ring overheated any further from the strain.
Malcolm had burned through his Dark Element reserves deploying Doppelgängers, while Simon had managed the match primarily through Overload tactics.
Simon had far more Dark Element cushion than Malcolm.
If both their Overload and Doppelgänger abilities were now sealed, Simon would have an overwhelming advantage from this point forward—there was no way around it.
“Hehehehe……!”
Malcolm staggered to his feet, glaring directly at Simon.
“You think you’ve won?”
He grasped the Artifact hanging around his neck.
“The real match starts now.”
Whoom!
His Artifact blazed with violent light. From within it, refined Dark Element poured forth, beginning to engulf Malcolm’s body.
It took the form of armor. In the stands, Princess Molly watched the transformation and jolted to her feet.
‘Wait—why does that treasure end up in the hands of a gang leader’s son?’
It was entirely different from the Martial Body’s Black Robe technique, which covered the body with internal Dark Element. The Dark Element solidified into shape, forming perfect armor that even concealed Malcolm’s face behind a helmet.
The armor of the so-called Black Knight—a defensive Artifact that the Black Knights of the Dresden Kingdom possessed.
“Hahahaha!”
Malcolm threw back his head in mad laughter, drawing an R-mark in the air with his hand as he grinned.
At the sight of him, Princess Molly’s expression turned ice-cold.
‘This idiot brother of mine……!’
“Simon Polentia.”
Malcolm in his Black Knight armor approached, leering.
“It’s a gift from someone who bears a grudge against you.”
“…….”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
Try as he might, he couldn’t think of anything he’d done that would warrant such enmity.
“This is what they call karma, isn’t it? Your actions coming back to haunt you like a boomerang.”
“Interesting.”
Simon smirked and pulled an imaginary lever. Two Skeletons materialized from the Subspace.
“Then I’ll suit up too.”
“What?”
Crackle-crackle-crack!
The two Skeletons scattered and began attaching themselves perfectly to Simon’s body. The noble-born Necromancers watching from the stands were absolutely stunned.
“It’s Bone Armor!”
“A first-year is deploying Bone Armor?”
Click.
Click.
Click-click-click.
As bone from the Skeletons covered his entire body, Simon opened his mouth.
“Want to wager?”
“What?”
Simon touched the Bone Armor fitted over him, his smile widening with satisfaction.
“Which suit looks better.”

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