Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 131

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 131
[Something must have happened at the Mansion.]
Manus observed the confused zombies and spoke. Habier beside him was contentedly stroking his beard.
“Heh, this is a walkover, wouldn’t you say? All our careful preparations are rendered meaningless.”
[…….]
Manus turned his gaze away from Habier in silence. Habier connected to the Meat Golems’ consciousness and issued a command.
“Now’s our chance! Push forward decisively!”
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Meat Golems dragged their massive bodies forward and began ramming through the zombies like chariots.
The tight zombie formation crumbled as easily as a knife through soft tofu, and Manus’s skeletons followed in their wake, finishing off the fallen undead.
“Keep going! Keep—! Huh?”
Habier’s eyes, which had been barking commands without pause, suddenly fixed on the Mansion.
Someone was walking out onto the Balcony.
A skull with flames burning in its eye sockets was pulled low over their head, their body half-concealed by a Shadowless Cloak. A White Greatsword hung from one hand, and Prince’s Crown from the other.
[……So that’s the one. The zombies were neutralized because of him.]
Manus spotted the figure too and muttered under his breath. But beside him, Habier’s eyes trembled with fear.
“That—that bastard, why is he there—!”
[An acquaintance of yours?]
At that moment, the man on the Balcony removed Pier’s Skull and slung it behind his neck.
As his hair swayed, a boy’s face emerged—still bearing traces of youth.
‘So young?’
Habier, learning that the man who had nearly cleaved him in two was only a boy, felt a shock that quickly twisted into envy.
What in the world was his true identity?
As Habier stared at the boy in bewilderment, his pupils dilated once more. The boy was setting down his Greatsword and reaching to place the Crown on his head.
‘Surely he’s not going to—’
A grin spread across Habier’s face.
Prince’s Crown held the power to become king of the zombies. If a human put it on carelessly, their mind would be pulverized, leaving them a vegetable.
Even Prince himself, the Crown’s rightful owner and an Ancient Undead, could not withstand the psychic pressure it exerted and had to separate his main body from his avatar. For a human to don that Crown was to invite certain destruction.
An opportunity to kill without lifting a finger!
Habier’s nostrils flared, his eyes bright with anticipation as he watched the boy.
‘Put it on. Put it on. Put it on. Quickly now!’
The boy lifted the Crown high.
Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he placed it upon his own head.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
A violent surge of darkness erupted from his body.
[You insane fool!]
Prince crawled across the terrace on his knees, ungainly and lurching. Simon’s Absolute Command binding him to kneel left this as his only option for movement.
[What were you thinking! We’re bonded now—if you die, I die with you!]
Prince’s gaze fixed on Pier’s Skull hanging behind Simon’s back.
[You’ve lost it too, Pier! You’re his contractor! Why aren’t you resisting?]
[Kehehehe! If you know nothing, then shut up and watch.]
Pier’s Skull, hanging upside down, laughed wickedly.
[He succeeded in wearing me on the very first attempt.]
[What?]
Whoooosh—
The darkness that had been roiling and threatening to explode stabilized.
Simon staggered forward, then braced himself against the wall, pressing his other hand to his forehead.
“Haaaah.”
His eyes had taken on the brilliant gold of the Crown itself, strange patterns unfurling across his irises.
He drew a sharp, deep breath. Then.
“───────────!!”
From a human throat poured a sound so inhuman, so utterly foreign, that belief became impossible.
The battlefield fell silent.
Perfect, utter silence descended on that space where thousands upon thousands mingled. Every zombie, still as puppets with their strings cut, lifted their heads to look at Simon.
Beneath his unkempt bangs, Simon’s eyes gleamed with something akin to madness, and his mouth had twisted upward into a grin born of frenzy.
‘That is……!’
Pier felt a shudder run through the deepest part of his being.
The tyrant who had donned a mask, hidden his name, shaken a continent, and vanished into legend.
Richard’s face began to overlap with Simon’s.
[All.]
Simon looked down at the zombies and spoke.
[Follow me.]
Coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo!
Coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo!
Manus and Habier flinched and staggered backward.
The zombies began to transform. Their vacant eyes flooded with golden light, and their teeth and claws shifted to a dark bluish hue. Soon a dark blue mist poured from their entire bodies.
-Kyeeeeeeeeee!
-Uuuuuuuuh!
The dead roared.
From above, it would have looked like a massive blue wildfire breaking across the earth.
-Kyyyyeeeeeeeeak!
-Kiiiiiii!
Not a single exception.
Every zombie in this place began to manifest Simon’s Darkness Aura within their own bodies. All of them had come under the dominion of the crowned Simon.
[Ha.]
Prince slumped against the wall, bewildered.
[……Ha, ha-ha!]
Nothing but hollow laughter escaped him.
Something even he—an Ancient Undead—had found impossible, and a mere human pulls it off with such ease?
Whoosh.
Simon kicked off the balcony railing and leaped down. The zombies surged forward in a mass, climbing over one another to form hills and mountains beneath him.
As if bearing up a noble being so they would never touch the filthy ground.
[Forward.]
Coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo!
The black wave carrying Simon began to move.
It drew back like a living tide, then surged forward with a curve, its crest where Simon stood leading the charge.
Surrounding zombies joined in with terrible cries, their combined flow expanding ever larger until it swelled to the size of the Mansion behind them.
Zombies flowing forward, bearing their king.
A tidal surge rushes forth.
‘This can’t be real!’
Habier shuddered and shuddered again at the sight he was witnessing for the first time in his life.
‘This isn’t even Undead Control anymore!’
The black wave bearing Simon bristled with countless golden eyes, all staring directly at Habier.
A terror unlike anything he had ever felt. Habier realized without warning that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
Simon atop the wave released a long breath.
“Pier.”
[Right!]
He hefted the Sword of Destruction before him.
The first priority was to eliminate the Meat Golems. The black wave of zombies crashed directly into the first Meat Golem visible ahead.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-boom!
The Meat Golem and the wave collided. Like spray bursting upward, the bodies of zombies flew into the air.
The golem’s massive frame was buried in the wave, its head barely protruding. Simon, riding atop the surge, swung his greatsword and severed it.
[Next.]
The wave of zombies shifted direction toward a Meat Golem on the flank. Skeletons attempted to resist, wielding their weapons, but they could not hold against the immense tide and were swallowed.
The black wave engulfed everything around it, leaving only the face of the Meat Golem protruding from its surface.
Simon harvested it like one reaping ripe grain.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
The necks of the mighty Meat Golems—which had suffered only a single loss until now—fell in succession. With each forward sweep of the wave, the skeletons’ formations crumbled and the golems toppled.
“This—this is impossible!”
Habier clawed at his head and screamed in desperation.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen.
Fifteen.
There was no exception.
In less than a minute, Simon led the wave forward and destroyed every single Meat Golem. Habier’s legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
-Kyeeeeeeeeee!
-Ahhhhhhh!
The zombies roared in unison, a sound of savage triumph. Simon, perched atop their writhing mass, hefted his greatsword onto his shoulder with ease.
“……Kill him.”
Habier, sprawled face-down on the ground, trembled violently and turned his head to look back.
“What are you doing, Manus! Kill that bastard——!”
Slash.
Habier never finished. A blade of pure darkness carved through the air, and his head rose high into the sky.
[I knew from the beginning.]
Click.
Manus sheathed his sword, his voice low and measured.
[That you were using me.]
Habier’s head tumbled across the earth and came to rest.
Manus walked forward slowly toward Simon. The skeletons around him parted like the Red Sea, opening a corridor through their ranks.
[Young king, what is your name?]
Simon lifted his chin.
“Simon Polentia.”
[I am Manus, a knight of the Talhern Empire.]
He raised his blade in a straight line before him.
[My reason for existence, my fate itself, is to complete my vengeance against Kizen. I ask that you surrender that crown.]
“Vengeance?”
Simon’s golden eyes flashed, and he smiled with dark amusement.
“Sorry, but I don’t care.”
[…….]
“I’ve heard bits about you — Swordmaster of the entire Empire. You’ll lead the undead of Deathland to take revenge on Kizen? Do you honestly believe that has any chance of success?”
At the word ‘chance,’ Manus’s jaw tightened.
“The truth is simple: you can never defeat Nephthys. What you’re planning is nothing but a rampage. How many people across the Continent do you think will die while your army marches toward Kizen?”
The Empire was already gone.
If Manus’s rebellion had even the faintest chance of success, Simon wouldn’t have mocked him. That could have been a revolution.
But Deathland and Manus’s strength alone could never break Kizen.
A predetermined ending.
In the end, Manus would only threaten the lives of the Empire’s descendants—people who lived on, struggling, unaware even of their own ancestors’ name—and future generations yet unborn.
“You’re already a ghost vanished from history. For such a ghost to dredge up old grievances and destroy the lives and livelihoods of descendants living well today—that’s a contradiction. You have no cause, no justice, no benefit, no justification. Let me be clear: it’s just.”
Simon’s lips curled upward.
“Pathetic rampage.”
[Then!]
Manus swung his blade.
A line carved through the tide of zombies Simon stood upon, and with a terrible crack, they split in two.
Simon’s body lifted into the air, but from another part of the black wave, zombies surged up like tumors and caught him beneath his legs.
[What of the spirits of the Empire’s citizens who died unjustly by Kizen’s hand? Who will console them?]
“Then who consoles the countless spirits of those who will fall to your senseless rampage? Loyalty, spirits, all of it sounds like nothing but your own stubborn delusion to me. So I’ll say this instead.”
Simon raised his greatsword before him.
“I fight to honor the spirits of those who will fall to your tired, meaningless rampage—by ending it.”
[……Further conversation appears futile.]
Manus spread his legs wide and angled his blade diagonally downward. Simon raised his free left hand, the one not gripping his greatsword.
-Kyaaaaaaaaaaa!
-Kiiiiiii!
The zombies of Deathland shrieked and wailed.
Facing them, Manus felt a chill run through his bones.
How could he forget?
The ten Necromancers who had shattered Talhern’s finest legions.
Among them, the three most overwhelming were those called the ‘Legion Commanders.’
‘Comrades, did you feel this way?’
Ten thousand pairs of eyes, forming a black wave, fixed upon Manus.

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