Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 123

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius Chapter 123
“Huff! Huff! Wheeze!”
Against the backdrop of a dark city, Simon and his companions tore through the streets in a desperate sprint.
“Keep going, Kamibarez!”
“Yes! You too, Simon!”
Just minutes before, the streets had been deserted—now, as if summoned from nowhere, zombies swarmed toward them in horrifying numbers.
They poured in from every direction. Alleys disgorged them in waves, and the houses themselves seemed to vomit them forth into the street.
“What’s happening?”
Merin cried out.
“Zombies are coming from places we already cleared!”
“We must have missed some. Just run!”
The four of them sprinted forward while zombies closed in from all sides, tightening their encirclement. The writhing mass of bodies in the darkness was enough to make one’s head spin before they’d even engaged.
“They’re ahead too!”
Kamibarez shouted.
Simon and Dick exchanged glances and nodded. The two men drew blades from their pocket dimensions and surged forward faster than the young women, cutting a path through the undead.
Slash!
Crack!
Their bodies crossed with the zombies’ in a blur of motion. A zombie’s head flew spinning into the darkness.
Dick’s cut had been shallow; he wheeled back and drove his blade through the creature’s spine.
“Ugh!”
Black blood spattered across his face as he withdrew the weapon, and Dick’s shoulders shuddered with revulsion.
“Merin!”
“I’m on it!”
Whoosh!
Black Flame ignited in both her hands. She hurled the roaring fire into the alley between buildings, setting it ablaze.
The zombies charging toward the passage hesitated. Some lunged foolishly into the inferno and burned to ash; others turned back or leaped over the flames entirely, pressing on.
“Now!”
The four of them accelerated through the gap.
As they ran, their roles began to settle into place almost of their own accord.
Simon and Dick wielded their swords to cut down zombies that rushed at them head-on, while Merin supplied walls of flame to block them from the flanks. Kamibarez harried their rear with Blood Bullets.
“Gods above!”
Dick glanced over his shoulder and his eyes went wide as saucers.
The zombie horde at their heels now numbered well over a hundred.
Each Blood Bullet Kamibarez fired brought down dozens, their broken bodies trampled underfoot by fresh waves pressing forward—like an angry ocean relentlessly surging.
-Wahhhhhhhhh!
-Kiiiiiii!
Simon’s forehead beaded with sweat. At this pace, they’d exhaust themselves and be caught. They needed shelter, even for a moment, to catch their breath.
His eyes sharpened with focus. Scanning the chaos around him, his gaze locked onto a mansion roof nearby.
Thought was brief; action was swift.
‘Come forth.’
Simon opened his pocket dimension and summoned four Skeletons, immediately casting Bone Armor on them.
Click!
Snap!
The four Skeletons’ bodies disintegrated, their bones fusing to Simon and his companions’ frames.
“Ahhhhhhh! What is this!”
Merin shrieked, instinctively clenching her legs.
“It’s Dark Magic I’m casting. Just hold still!”
“Warn us first if you’re going to do that!”
Simon panted heavily as he layered Bone Armor across all four of them.
Full armor would have required two Skeletons per person, but simultaneously controlling eight was beyond his capability. Instead, he equipped only their lower halves with skeletal reinforcement.
“Everyone stand in a line next to me! Legs pressed together!”
The four crowded awkwardly beside Simon in a column. Dick glanced back and let out a hollow laugh like a man who’d witnessed something he shouldn’t have.
“Whatever you’re about to do, you’d better do it fast!”
“They’re closing in from the front too! We’ll be surrounded!”
Failure was not an option.
Simon drew upon his concentration and activated the pocket dimension in his left ring.
‘Gate Opening.’
Whoooosh!
Overlord Tentacles erupted from the ground like a catapult, hurling all four skyward.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Whoooah!”
They took flight.
Four figures hurled into the air as zombies surged to overwhelm the spot where they’d been standing.
A mound formed in mere seconds. The thought that they’d have been buried if they’d delayed any longer sent a chill down his spine.
‘All the way to the roof in one go!’
The Bone Armor pulled at all four bodies. The skeleton’s gravitational force alone wouldn’t have kept them airborne, but the momentum from the Overlord’s throw gave them that extra hang time in the sky.
Now the Mansion was directly ahead.
“Grab on!”
Thud.
Crack.
Three of them caught the roof’s edge. But Kamibarez, shorter than the rest, missed—her arms flailed uselessly and she fell.
“Kamibarez!!”
“I’ve got her.”
Simon didn’t hesitate. He released his grip on the roof and kicked off the wall below, venting Dark Element like a booster behind him.
Boom!
The wall crumbled beneath him as his body shot downward.
He caught Kamibarez in his arms—she was crouched with her eyes squeezed shut—and angled both legs downward.
‘Gate Opening!’
Whoosh!
A pocket dimension tore open in the building’s wall, and the Overlord’s blade thrust out in a straight line.
Simon planted both feet on the blade and bent his knees as if absorbing a shock, settling into an invisible chair.
“Huff!”
He lifted his head, sweat beading on his brow. Blades jutted from the wall in measured intervals, like a staircase.
Simon threw himself upward without hesitation, landing his right foot on the second step. Immediately he stretched his left leg to the third.
Thud.
Tap.
Thud.
The sheer wildness of Simon’s movements drew gasps from Dick and Merin. He scaled the Overlord’s staircase and reached the roof safely.
Only then did Simon exhale a long, trembling breath of relief. He looked down at Kamibarez still cradled in his arms and offered her a gentle smile.
“I’m sorry. That was terrifying, wasn’t it?”
Kamibarez’s face had flushed crimson. She trembled, her hands clasped tightly together.
“I—I’m so sorry.”
“This isn’t your fault. My miscalculation… ugh!”
Simon’s legs gave out. He dropped to his knees.
“Simon! Simon! Are you all right?”
“Just… my legs gave out for a moment.”
“Is anyone hurt?”
Dick and Merin hurried over to them.

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[Well, well. Impressive.]
Thud.
Thud.
Atop a ruined building, a boy with pallid gray skin tossed a pebble from his palm and caught it again, playing with it idly.
His gaze fixed on Simon and his companions, who were catching their breath on the Mansion’s roof below.
[Can’t let them escape so easily.]
He moved his palm in a sweeping gesture. The zombies, bewildered at having lost their quarry, began shambling toward the Mansion again with purposeful strides.
Watching Simon’s group panic, the boy chuckled with the glee of one savoring entertainment.
-Uuuhhh.
A zombie crawled up behind him then. The boy scowled like a child whose play had been interrupted.
[What? I’m busy.]
-Uuuhhh.
[The skeletons? They’re always doing something like this.]
-Uuuhhh.
[This time it’s different?]
The boy turned to look back and listened carefully to what the zombie was saying.
[Hmm. If Manus is involved, that’s troublesome.]
Deathland was currently embroiled in sharp rivalry between two undead factions.
On one side: the boy—the most dominant force—and the zombies under his command.
On the other: Manus, a rising power in Deathland, and the skeletons loyal to him.
[Do what you want. I have more pressing matters to attend to right now.]
The boy turned his gaze back toward the Kizen students.
[A Legion Commander in Deathland. And Pier. Their intentions are transparent enough.]
The boy spread both arms wide. From the darkness, zombies surged forward like a swarm of ants.
[I will destroy the Legion with my own hands.]

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The catacombs beneath Deathland.
Swish.
Stroke.
A man stood holding a sword aloft, carefully wiping the blade clean with cloth.
He was wrapped in a cloth garment patterned with the crimson bloom of roses, but there was something strange about him: his entire body was nothing but white bone—he was a Skeleton.
“Do you know the legend of the Zombie Prince, Manus?”
The Skeleton who had been cleaning his sword turned his head.
Standing there was an old man with two cigars clenched between his teeth, leaning against the wall.
“They say the true form of the Zombie Prince lies sleeping somewhere in Deathland. If you obtain the Crown he wears, you can command all the zombies of Deathland. More than that—you gain dominion over this entire land itself.”
The Skeleton lowered his head again, concentrating on wiping his blade.
[I have no interest.]
“I know a great deal about you.”
The man unfolded his arms and approached Manus slowly.
“You want to topple Kizen, don’t you? To bring down the Dark Alliance? Don’t you hunger for vengeance?”
[…….]
Manus did not answer. The old man’s tongue flicked like a serpent’s.
“Then seizing Deathland would be the first step. It was once your domain, was it not?”
The man curled his lips in a smile and continued.
“Ancient Swordmaster of the Old Empire.”
Whoosh.
Manus’s sword snapped up to the man’s throat. The man’s body went rigid, but his mouth did not cease.
“Your confrontation with Prince is inevitable—you cannot escape it. And you possess the overwhelming strength to turn the tide of war single-handedly. What is there to hesitate about?”
Indeed, Manus had now ascended to the realm of Ancient Undead.
Manus opened his mouth.
[Where is the Crown?]
“I’ve found it.”
The man rubbed his palms together, laughing.
“And somehow, the Zombie Prince has abandoned his post—the first time in nearly ten years. This is a chance that will not come again.”
Manus slowly lowered his sword from the man’s throat. Yet his characteristic keen gaze did not waver.
Kizen.
The axis of evil that had toppled his homeland Talhern, once a nation of ancient history and culture.
Deceived by their schemes, he had become nothing more than a skeleton of an Undead, yet he endured this cursed existence, clinging to will for a single reason: revenge.
“The Rose Garden Army shattered the Empire’s fifty thousand elite warriors, transforming them all into Undead. But imagine it.”
The man spoke with a smile.
“You and your former subjects, now risen as Undead, completing your vengeance against Kizen.”
[…….]
“Is it not magnificent?”
Manus turned his head and looked upon the man once more.
[What is your reason for aiding me?]
“As I have said repeatedly, I too have a grudge against Kizen. A common enemy—is that not simple enough logic?”
The man’s smile turned sinister.
“That is all.”

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