Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 130

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 130
[You……!]
Prince dropped into a crouch, snarling. Simon surveyed the surroundings with leisurely ease, and soon spotted Prince’s true form.
A corpse seated upon a throne, and a crown resting upon its head. As soon as Simon’s gaze found it, Prince reacted with extreme sensitivity.
[Is the crown your objective!]
“No.”
Simon shook his head and continued.
“You are my objective.”
[……What?]
Prince let out a bewildered sound.
“I told you before. Join my Legion.”
[Get lost! I will never contract with a Necromancer again, not even in death!]
“Hmm.”
Simon gestured sharply toward the window with his left hand, the one not holding the greatsword.
“So how exactly will you stop that?”
Outside, the one-sided battle raged on unabated.
Prince had destroyed only a single Meat Golem; the tide of war remained unchanged.
“I can lend you my power. Of course, that’s conditional on you joining my Legion and offering me absolute obedience.”
[Spout your nonsense somewhere else!]
Prince, seething with rage, suddenly lunged forward and threw a punch. Simon raised his greatsword to intercept the attack, then slipped aside by deflecting the blow laterally.
‘His movements are more readable than when we first fought.’
He’d certainly grown stronger with Pier and the Legion’s power, but something about it felt vaguely unsettling, like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.
Prince, meanwhile, unleashed a barrage of strikes without hesitation or restraint, bellowing with each blow.
‘He’s agitated. Completely wound up, mentally cornered. Not a shred of composure left.’
The Prince he faced now was utterly unlike the one he’d fought in the sewers at the start.
Did his spirit follow his youthful appearance? He was being driven entirely by emotion, lost to passion.
‘I might win this easily at this rate.’
As Simon parried Prince’s attacks with his greatsword, he deliberately struck not at the fist itself, but at the arm.
Clang!
Even Pier’s greatsword couldn’t cut through Prince in one blow. The blade left a wound on the arm before rebounding with a sharp ring, as if it had struck metal.
Prince, spotting the opening as Simon’s right arm was driven upward, lunged in without a moment’s hesitation.
He fell directly into the trap.
‘Gate Opening.’
Whoosh!
A pocket dimension opened around Simon. The Overlord’s Blades erupted from it, driving Prince’s airborne body backward into the wall with crushing force.
Boom!
Pain flashed across Prince’s face from the violent impact. In the next instant, Simon propelled himself forward on a current of Darkness and drove his greatsword deep into Prince’s abdomen.
The sound of flesh tearing mingled with Prince’s agonized scream.
‘Damn, he’s disgustingly tough.’
The blade had barely penetrated a quarter of its length. Simon released the sword and stepped back.
[Grrrrgh! What are you trying to do!]
“This.”
Simon’s body shot forward on a burst of Darkness, and he drove the pommel of the greatsword forward with his palm.
Crunch!
Now the blade sank nearly halfway into Prince’s abdomen.
[Ugh——aaaaah!]
His body was hardened, but pain found its mark all the same.
Prince made a horrible, choking sound, drool streaming from his mouth. His eyes glistened with tears as his frame trembled.
“That’s the price for laying hands on my friend.”
Simon turned his back and approached Prince’s true form.
[Don’t you dare touch my body!]
Prince thrashed about and screamed, but Simon ignored him without effort.
He stripped away the magnificent robes the corpse wore, then forced open the split in its chest.
Thump — thump —
Prince’s Core pulsed like a beating heart.
[You, you, you, you surely not——!]
Simon answered with a smile instead. Just then, the commotion drew Zombies rushing in en masse.
“A favor, Pier.”
[Understood!]
Whoosh!
The Bone Armor Simon had been wearing peeled away like living cloth, and his body reverted to the shape of a massive skeleton.
[Krahahaha! Stand back!]
Pier’s voice rang out sharp and clear as he pointed a finger at Prince’s true form, directly at its forehead.
[You want to watch your master die?]
At those words, the zombies hesitated, and Prince ground his teeth together.
[You wretched cowards! Get out of my Mansion this instant!]
Whether Prince raged or not, Simon kept his focus on the Core before him.
Since these were his father’s old comrades, he’d wanted to take time to persuade them with proper courtesy, step by step. But now the situation was too urgent.
‘First, I’ll secure it. We can settle the rest later.’
If he didn’t like how things turned out, he could always end it then. For now, though, there was a clear necessity to bind Prince with chains.
Simon reached out boldly and placed his hand on Prince’s Core.
A roaring inferno erupted!
Simon’s and Prince’s Dark Elements exploded outward, thrashing wildly like beasts unleashed.
“Ugh!”
[Damn iiiiiit!]
The pain was intense, but it passed quickly.
When the Dark Element stabilized moments later, Simon’s distinctive teal-blue Darkness began flowing from Prince’s form.
“Phew.”
It was done.
As the Legion’s third Ancient Undead, Prince no longer had the strength to curse. His expression had turned to resignation.
“I’ll pull it out for you.”
Simon approached Prince, extracted the Greatsword embedded in his abdomen, and recovered the Overlord’s Blades as well. Prince’s body collapsed limply to the ground, and as black smoke scattered like mist, it faded away—reverting to an ordinary zombie corpse.
A sharp crackle split the air!
Then black lightning struck a nearby zombie. Its body darkened as it transformed into Prince’s shape.
Five lives remained now.
[Hah! Hah!]
Prince gasped for breath in ragged bursts.
Bearing Simon’s influence, his appearance had changed. His eyes now gleamed teal-blue, and the formal robes he wore had shifted to navy tones.
Prince’s eyes glistened with tears as he glared at Simon with barely contained fury, but Simon didn’t so much as blink. Instead, he smiled and spoke.
“Welcome to the Legion.”
Pier chuckled beside him, adding his own voice.
[Krahahaha! Indeed! Once you join the Legion, you’re in it forever!]
[You wretched cowards…….]
Prince trembled with rage as he pushed himself to his feet. His fists clenched hard with tension.
“Thinking of fighting?”
Simon blinked once.
“If I don’t release the Legion Conscription, you’ll die whenever the Legion Commander dies.”
[Shut your mouth!]
Prince charged at him without warning. Simon stood perfectly still, and Pier, arms crossed, merely chuckled without any attempt to stop him.
Simon spoke a single word.
“Kneel.”
Bang!!
Both knees became suddenly as heavy as iron, and Prince crashed down to the ground, kneeling. No matter how hard he strained, he couldn’t rise.
Drenched in cold sweat and struggling, Prince stared at Simon as if he were a monster.
‘Insane—is that Absolute Command?’
There was no resisting such power. Prince felt his will to fight shatter completely before him.
Simon let out a quiet sigh and spoke.
“Whether you like it or not, we’re on the same side now. If you don’t want your Crown stolen, I think we need to join forces.”
[…….]
“Tell me what’s happening. If there’s anything I can do to help…….”
[Help?]
Prince laughed bitterly and coldly.
[Don’t make me laugh! Help be damned! Because you forced me into Legion Conscription, the situation has gotten ten times worse!]
“?”
[If you have eyes, look out the window!]
Simon walked to the window as Prince had instructed and peered outside.
‘The zombies……!’
The zombies fighting on the front lines had suddenly begun acting strangely—as if their command structure had been thrown into chaos.
Even with enemies directly before them, they weren’t attacking; instead, they stood blankly in place, or dug randomly at the ground, or tore at one another in senseless battle.
[Because you forced me into Legion Conscription, the connection between the Crown and the zombies has been severed! So what are we supposed to do now?]
Prince trembled as he spoke.
[Since we’re losing even in troop strength, it’s over now! Before I can even recover control of the zombies, Manus and Habier will storm into the Mansion… Hey! What are you doing! What the hell are you doing!]
Simon had somehow lifted the Crown that Prince’s main body was wearing.
“This controls the zombies, right?”
[You crazy bastard! Stop right now! That’s not something a human can withstand!]
“There’s no other way besides activating this Crown again.”
With those words, Simon carefully placed the Crown upon his own head.
“…!”
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump—
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump—
An enormous torrent of mental impressions began pouring into Simon’s mind.
Not one or two undead. Hundreds, thousands—no, far more than that.
So many mental impressions flooded his consciousness that he could barely count them. And with them came their sensations.
The footsteps of each zombie fighting outside, their movements, the blinking of their eyes, the pain of weapons piercing flesh, the agony of being trampled to death by Meat Golems.
In those few seconds of wearing the Crown, Simon experienced death countless times.
Crash!
The Crown fell and rolled across the floor. Simon collapsed, drenched in cold sweat.
“Heave!”
His vision spun. Nausea washed over him.
It was madness. Connecting to the consciousness of over ten thousand undead was absolute madness.
[Heh, I told you, didn’t I?]
Prince laughed with cruel satisfaction.
But Simon, staggering, forced himself upright and gripped the Crown again.
[You don’t mean to…!]
“This.”
Simon muttered softly to himself.
“It’s worth trying.”
[What…?]
Prince felt his thoughts come to a halt.
What the hell is this bastard?
Simon lifted the Crown again and placed it on his head. Then he began thrashing, gasps of pain tearing from his throat.
[Hey, you madman! You got burned once and you’re still pulling this shit!]
[Khekhekhekheh!]
Pier was shaking with laughter, shoulders heaving.
[Why aren’t you stopping him? Aren’t you the administrator!]
[Don’t try to judge that boy by your petty standards.]
Pier smiled wickedly.
[In a different way, he’s far more dangerous than Richard!]
Thud!
He dropped the Crown again. But this time he held on incomparably longer than before.
“Gasp! Ha… ha…!”
Simon, breathing heavily, gripped the Crown once more.
[Why would you go that far…!]
“Let’s go, Prince.”
Now he had it figured out.
Simon wiped his mouth with his sleeve and smiled.
“I’ll show you how I win this war.”

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