Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 125

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 125
According to what Simon had learned in his Summoning Arts class,
the Dark Magic of Necromancers that raises corpses as zombies divides simply into two types.
Raise Zombie.
Summon Zombie.
Raise Zombie is a Dark Magic that produces instant zombies capable of fighting for only a few hours on a chaotic battlefield.
Summon Zombie, by contrast, allows one to invest time in creating semi-permanent zombies to command as summoned servants.
And this time, Aaron’s evaluation naturally focused on “Summon Zombie.”
Simon had planned to do everything himself, but somewhere along the way his other group members had each taken their positions and begun assisting him.
“Simon, the ‘Frenzy’ formula in the Magic Circle is causing rejection with the corpse. We need to replace it entirely.”
“Ah, right.”
“The Summoning Magic is activating and causing abnormal reactions in the body’s actomyosin!”
“In Deathland, decay doesn’t occur in places like this, so that should be fine. We can proceed as is.”
Simon felt a slight warmth in his chest even as he pressed ahead with the Magic Circle construction.
‘Focus. I need to maximize the environmental characteristics of this place called Deathland. Strip out all the formulas related to preservation and decay.’
Considering the environment here, Simon simplified the complex formulas as much as possible, then activated the Magic Circle.
Thud. Thud.
The corpse in the guard’s armor began convulsing violently.
“Everyone, fall back!”
Dick called out.
“They said hostility toward the living can reach critical levels right after Summoning Magic activates!”
All four of them retreated, keeping their distance.
At last the corpse pulled itself upright. Fortunately, it showed no aggressive behavior—just stood vacant with its mouth hanging open.
“Is… is this a success?”
“Looks like it.”
All four exhaled in unison with relief.
Next, Simon, the caster, attempted to access the zombie’s Psychic Connection. There was no rejection or side effect.
“I’ll test its aggression.”
Simon commanded through the Psychic Connection for the zombie to attack a nearby tree.
The guard zombie dragged its armor and charged at the tree, gnawing at it with its teeth. Its nails scraped frantically as it pressed forward against the wood with obvious intent.
“Hmm.”
Merin bent her waist, observing the zombie’s movements closely.
“Aggression is flawlessly implemented, and Corpse Poison is oozing from its teeth and nails. It’s a shame it limps a bit because the legs were injured in life, but quality-wise this is sound.”
Merin straightened, finally nodding her head.
“Yes, a zombie of this quality is guaranteed to score upper-middle tier or better.”
“Everyone did great work!”
The difficult part was finally over.
They all set down their heavy hearts and spoke freely. Simon, the caster, would keep the zombie in a Pocket Dimension for storage.
Merin stretched with a groan and shivered.
“Now we just go back the way we came through the Sewers and return to Camp, then hand it over to the professor for inspection, right?”
Dick blinked.
“Huh, that’s surprising.”
“What now.”
“I thought you’d want to dig through all the tombs until we found an even better zombie.”
“Forget it.”
Merin shook her head vigorously.
“I don’t want to push that hard here. I heard about Talhern earlier and it just left me uneasy. Let’s head back to Camp.”
“Fine with us!”
The other three nodded in agreement.
“But…”
Simon, who had been scanning the surroundings with his eyes, spoke with a hardened expression.
“Getting back might not be so easy.”
“Huh? Why?”
A cool breeze whistled past. The undergrowth began to quiver.
“What’s that over there?”
Simon gave a quiet nod.
Moments later, corpses with their spines bent backward began rising from the undergrowth.
“Z-zombies!”
“There were some here too?”

Crash!
Smash!
This time the Mansion’s windows shattered outward.
Simon turned to see zombies pouring from the windows like a flood. Bodies that had fallen from the fourth and fifth floors staggered to their feet on the ground below.
“What the hell? Where did all these come from?!”
“Run!”
Without waiting for anyone else, they bolted in the opposite direction from the advancing horde.
Having searched so deep into the rear of the Mansion for zombies, they’d have quite a distance to cover before reaching the Sewers again.
‘It’s gotten this bad already……’
Simon stared toward the Garden, exhaling sharply. What had once been a beautiful expanse was now teeming with zombies converging from every direction.
What was happening?
There had been zombies in the Mansion from the start. Either they should have attacked from the beginning, or—it looked far too much like they’d deliberately lured his group deeper, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
Of course, zombies possessed neither the intelligence nor the tactical sense for such a thing. Yet doubt snowballed in his mind, growing larger with each passing moment.
“This way!”
Too many undead clogged the Garden. Simon’s group decided to circle around behind the Warehouse Building visible beside the Mansion.
But zombies were guarding that approach as well.
“This is never going to end!”
“Move!”
At this point, they had no choice but to break through the encirclement by force.
While Dick and Merin pressed forward, felling zombies in a desperate frenzy, Simon alone slowed his pace. He stepped behind the Warehouse Building and grasped an invisible lever.
‘If this keeps up, someone’s going to get hurt. I need to call for reinforcements here. Pier.’
A deep hum resonated.
From this angle, shielded by the Warehouse Building, his companions couldn’t see the Subspace.
The pocket dimension tore open and Pier came pouring out alongside the Legion Formation of Skeletons.
[Khehehehe! I do love a good rampage!]
Pier hefted a Greatsword onto his shoulder and spoke.
[If we fight like this, your friends will figure out you’re a Legion Commander.]
‘They won’t catch on.’
Simon smiled wryly.
‘This is Deathland—a paradise for the undead. There’s nothing strange about Skeletons fighting zombies here.’
[Aha!]
‘Act as an independent unit, Pier. We’ll move as if we don’t know each other.’
[Khahahaha! I understand!]
In other words, Simon wanted him to pose as a native monster of Deathland.
Pier led his Legion Formation Skeletons into action, and Simon quickly sprinted back to rejoin the others as if nothing had happened.
“Wow, this is actually getting dangerous.”
Dick muttered.
They’d cleared the zombies blocking their path, but nearly a hundred more stood between them and the Sewers. Worse, their numbers swelled by the second, and the encirclement tightened.
Merin bit her lip, staring at the Thung Pad. She seemed torn about whether to send a distress signal.
But her dilemma evaporated in an instant.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!
A massive slash cleaved through the dense formation of zombies, bisecting them clean.
[Khahahaha!]
A towering Skeleton bearing a pristine Greatsword charged into the zombie horde. With each swing of his blade, dozens of zombies were slaughtered. Close behind, the Legion Formation Skeletons advanced alongside Pier, systematically destroying the undead.
“……Huh?”
“Skeletons fighting zombies? Some kind of territory dispute?”
Simon spoke as if he had no idea what was happening.
“Whatever it is, this is our chance! Run!”
Simon’s group bolted toward the Sewers while Pier and his Skeleton battalion carried out their independent mission flawlessly.
On the surface it looked like mindless carnage, but Pier kept the zombies’ attention on himself while following Simon’s group. He occasionally unleashed cutting strikes to destroy any undead that tried to pursue them.
“Wow! Wow! That’s incredibly cool!”
Even as Dick ran for his life, his eyes never left Pier.
“That blade, that cloak—wow! This is every Necromancer’s dream! Isn’t this insane, Simon? If I could just have one undead like that, I’d have no regrets in life!”
Simon forced a smile.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“But doesn’t something feel off?”
Merin spoke up.
“Those are Skeletons native to Deathland, right? Why do they seem to be helping us?”
“Just a coincidence, probably.”
Dick answered casually, but Simon’s expression had gone guilty.
‘Hmm, it does feel a bit contrived.’
Since Simon’s group and the Legion were moving in similar directions, it was easy to think that way. Simon poked Pier’s avatar with his finger.
‘Pier, you can see our position, right?’
[Yeah, I’ve got eyes on you.]
‘Then fire off a slash right at our location with precision. I’ll do whatever it takes to see it coming and react.’
[Kehehehe! You absolute madman!]
Still, Pier seemed ready to comply immediately—a flash of light burst from the avatar.
[Ten paces ahead of where you’re standing now.]
Simon reacted instantly. A colossal slash tore toward them.
“Merin!”
Simon, who’d been running ahead, suddenly wrapped his arms around Merin and threw them both sideways. The slash swept across the spot where they’d been standing mere moments before.
Dick and Kamibarez yelped in alarm and stumbled backward onto their backsides.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
A massive scar tore through the ground, trailing smoke and dust.
“Wow…”
Dick let out a hollow laugh as he stared at the wound left by the slash.
“That monster you said was on our side?”
Simon scrambled to his feet and spoke.
“Merin! Are you all right?”
“….”
Her face flushed, she’d been standing dazed when she suddenly snapped to attention.
“Oh! Yeah, thanks.”
“Here it comes again!”
Pier was unleashing indiscriminate slashes in all directions.
The ground convulsed violently. Buildings crumbled, and debris rained down. The four of them ran like madness, struck by falling rubble with every step.
[That smoke work for you?]
‘Nice!’
Simon gave Pier’s avatar a thumbs-up while fleeing. The avatar chuckled in response.
“There! I see the Sewers entrance!”
While Pier and the Skeletons held back the zombie swarm, Simon’s group made it safely to the sewer cover.
Again, Merin obscured their path with Black Flame, and Dick scattered enchanted Music Boxes at key points.
Simon lifted the cover, and the other three descended the ladder swiftly. He climbed down last and closed the cover without drawing attention, then Dick reinforced it with Enchantment.
“Phew…”
“We made it.”
All four let out long, relieved sighs.
“Let’s head back to Camp. This place really isn’t normal.”
“A thousand times over, I agree.”
The four descended the ladder and walked through the Sewers. Since the zombies above weren’t following, the tension began to ease from their bodies. They even exchanged casual conversation.
“But seriously, that Skeleton force we just saw was insane, wasn’t it? I mean, that individual has to be the ruler of Deathland!”
“Just one verse, buddy.”
Merin chided him gently.
Simon took the opportunity to tap Pier’s avatar with his fingertip.
‘Pier, how are things up there?’
[Plenty of them—damn many—but no problem. I’ll fight a bit longer, then pull back and regroup.]
‘Understood. Thank you.’
Somehow they’d managed to get through this mission safely. The one regret was that they’d found no leads on Prince.
Simon wanted to explore Deathland a bit more.
But he couldn’t think of any plausible reason to leave his team behind and search alone. If he suggested going by himself, they’d all insist it was too dangerous and follow anyway.
‘…!’
Simon stopped walking. A sudden chill ran down his spine.
What the wind carried was a reek of death—thick and unmistakable.
Kamibarez, walking alongside him, glanced over with a puzzled expression.
“What’s wrong, Simon?”
“Everyone, stop.”
Dick, who’d been leading the way ahead, raised his arm and spoke.
“Someone’s coming from the other direction.”
Step. Step.
Footsteps echoed through the Sewers. The enclosed space—blocked above and below—made the sound ring out unnaturally loud.
Merin spoke in a low voice.
“Who is it? A zombie?”
“For a zombie, its footsteps sound remarkably normal.”
“Could it be Kizen students who came through the Sewers like us?”
Simon shook his head.
“If that were the case, I’d hear at least two sets of footsteps. A Kizen student wouldn’t venture into a place this dangerous alone.”
Crunch—crunch—
Scraaaape—
Everyone held their breath, swallowing hard, and waited.
[Hmm.]
And the figure that emerged from the darkness was a boy with an uncanny appearance.
He looked no more than twelve years old, his skin striking a pale gray. He wore the elegant formal attire of a noble youth, and atop his head sat a Crown.
The boy was dragging something across the ground behind him.
It was the carcass of a horse, reeking of putrefaction. A large gash had been torn into its flank, as if some wild beast had clawed through the flesh.
‘Who… who is this?’
It didn’t take words to know he was no ordinary person.
Just as tension gripped them all, the boy hurled the horse’s corpse in front of the four. They recoiled with a shudder at the grotesque sight.
[My name is Prince.]
The boy spoke.
[I am the ruler of the Deathland.]

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