Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 156

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 156
The onslaught of white creatures grew fiercer by the moment.
The Kizen students held firm, pouring out Shadow Aura literally without end, but they had reached their limit.
The students longed for at least some sense of progress in destroying the enemy, but morale was scraping bottom—no matter how many of the white creatures they slew, more simply tumbled down from empty air and surged forward in an endless tide.
“Hold the line! Even if your heads split open, you hold it!”
And there, the Dormitory defense line, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Since this line had been constructed with their backs to the Dormitory building itself, they had no alternate route to retreat to.
“Four giant ones incoming!”
“This is really the end now.”
Just as everyone was confronting the reality of their limits.
Black cubes descended from the sky, riding the wind down toward them.
Crash!
One of them came down in the Dormitory defense sector as well. The cube that struck the ground decomposed, forming a magic circle, and a figure burst forth from within.
The students, resigned half to despair, went wide-eyed. Some blinked, unable to trust their own eyes, while others broke into cheers and tears.
“Professor Jane!!!”
Jane, dressed in a black formal suit, approached with crisp, measured footsteps.
“All of you, fall back.”
The Deputy Chancellor’s order was absolute. The students immediately abandoned the defense line they had been dying to hold and withdrew.
‘What brazen terrorism, exploiting Prima Materia like that. Contemptible.’
Fury blazed through her, but saving the students had to come first.
Jane, her bloodshot eyes sweeping the surroundings, spread a Black Magic Circle on the ground.
Whoooosh!
From it erupted tens of thousands of black butterflies like fireworks detonating. These artificial lifeforms, conjured from Black Magic, dispersed across the battlefield at dizzying speed.
As Jane slowly opened her palm, the butterflies spiraled upward into it, coalescing into the form of an enormous scythe.
Click.
Crack.
Tens of thousands of butterflies clung fast to the bodies of every visible creature around them, including the giants.
Jane grasped the scythe and reversed her grip. Before her, as if it had always been there, sat a Curse Doll woven of straw. She looped the reversed scythe around its neck, then raised it and severed the doll’s head.
Whoooooosh!
Crack!
The thousands of white creatures surrounding them had their necks shorn clean through and crashed to the ground. The students’ jaws fell slack.
‘Ohhhhh…!’
‘What kind of Black Magic is that?’
Jane laid down a new magic circle. From it, red chains poured forth like a waterfall, their ends gripped by butterflies as they took flight.
Whoooosh!
Crack!
As though raising a barrier, the butterflies dragged the chains forward, wrapping them entirely around the Dormitory defense line. The white creatures born of Prima Materia tried to break through the chains, but everywhere the links touched, blackened decay set in and collapsed. This time it was Curse itself.
Jane turned to face the students and spoke.
“No matter what happens, do not step outside the chains.”
“Yes, understood!”
She, mounted upon the butterflies, led the countless chains forward to the next battlefield. The students watched her receding silhouette as though entranced.

* * *
“……Damn it.”
Aaron cursed from the very start.
“Why are you following me?”
Beside him came Bahil, a smile on his face, matching his pace with leisurely strides.
“For a first-rate curse user, distance is irrelevant. We can deliver a curse no matter where the target stands.”
“So why are you following me?”
“Ha ha, don’t be so stiff about it. Isn’t this the reunion of an old partnership? It brings back memories, and it feels good.”
“Dark history.”
Bahil chuckled and opened his mouth.
“We should split into offense and defense, yes? Which would you prefer?”
“Offense.”
“I’d also prefer offense, so let’s settle this.”
Bahil pulled a coin from his pocket.
“Heads or tails. Which will it be?”
“Tails.”
“Then I have heads.”
Even as swarms of white creatures poured toward them, the two men remained absorbed in watching the coin flip’s result. Bahil examined the coin that had landed in his palm and broke into a grin.
“Like always, you’re thinking ahead! I see you know how to look after your juniors!”
“…You’re joking again.”
“Well then, I won’t be shy. I’ll go first.”
Bahil raised both arms toward the sky.
At first glance, nothing seemed to change. But several students engaged with the monsters looked up at the heavens.
“Th-there are two moons…!”
Two moons hung in the sky.
The one recently created—a massive full moon—loomed low over the entire Kizen campus. Suddenly, the moon’s body trembled, and a blood-red eye bulged forth from its center.
The entire moon was Bahil’s magic circle.
“Allow me to show you the true nature of curse magic.”
Bahil grinned wickedly and activated the magic circle.
The eye on the moon grew wide, blood vessels spreading across its surface. A crimson light descended, as if the world itself had been drenched in blood.
<Bahil Original – Medusa’s Eye>
This red light stimulated every nerve of any target lacking reason. The monsters raised their heads, seeking the source of the bizarre phenomenon.
Crack!
Crack!
The moment their eyes met the moon’s gaze, the monsters’ bodies hardened like stone, then crumbled to dust.
Whoooosh.
The white monsters elsewhere suffered the same fate, helplessly turning to powder that scattered in all directions.
An ultra-wide-range curse. Just as Bahil had promised, he was attacking all the monsters spread across the entire campus in one strike.
“What just happened?”
Merin, who had finished her broadcast and was busily fighting monsters, looked puzzled by the sudden shift.
She glanced up.
“Wait, Merin! Don’t look at the sky—it’s dangerous!”
Dick swung his enchanted blade, cutting down a white monster as he spoke.
“That’s Professor Bahil’s curse! The famous Medusa’s Eye!”
“…?”
She swept her hair back from her temple.
“I already looked at it, made eye contact with that moon and eye both, and nothing happened?”
“…Huh, really?”
Dick also looked up at the moon.
It was true. Nothing happened to her. Meanwhile, the monsters around them were still crumbling to dust at this very moment.
‘Wow, so while covering that range and controlling it, he’s distinguishing students from monsters by control alone? Ha! Professor Bahil really is…!’
“Kyaaaaaaa!”
Dick jumped in surprise and turned his gaze. Merin was suddenly rocketing skyward. Her body was clad in red Bone Armor.
“What? Where are you going?”
“Like I want to go! You idiot!!”
Click! Click!
Before long, Dick’s body was also covered in red Bone Armor.
“Waaaah!”
Dick’s eyes went wide as he was dragged skyward.
Around him, dozens, hundreds of students clad in red Bone Armor were flying simultaneously. Their faces were equally bewildered.
‘Wait, these red skeletons! Professor Aaron came too!’
Dick smirked as he watched the red skeletons swarming the sky like locusts.
‘Just how many undead is he controlling at once?’
Tap. Tap.
The red skeletons in Bone Armor form set Dick, Merin, and the other students down safely on a building’s rooftop, then went off searching for more students.
Merin frowned from the airsickness as she landed on the roof, while Dick laughed loudly and threw both arms up in the air.
“Hahahaha! We’re alive! The professors are here!”
The other students finally grasped the situation and cheered.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve had to exercise this level of control.’
The summoner Aaron tousled his hair.
Above his head floated an enormous undead warship made of bone. Red skeletons packed inside poured forth, spreading across the entire Kizen campus.
Students fleeing into the forest, students in the basement, students hiding in lecture hall cabinets—Aaron detected them all without fail, moving each student to a safe location.
“Oh, you’re still standing, Senior.”
Bahil smiled wickedly while maintaining Medusa’s Eye.
“If you had specialized in curses instead of summoning, you could have definitely climbed to a higher rank by now.”
“Shut it and break the petrification on my shoulder. I’m dying.”
“Ah, so you noticed.”

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Hong Peng arrived last, materializing on the building’s rooftop.
Eyes closed, she began the Ritual Dance with solemn focus. Her sleeves fluttered as she stepped lightly, the tempo quickening by degrees, her movements growing fiercer, intricate footwork layered in, her head jerking as though snapping back and forth.
Snap. Crack.
Then, clapping her palms together to end the sequence, she slowly folded into a lotus position and settled. Her hands came to rest upon her knees.
And then.
A deafening boom tore through the air.
The sound exploded outward. Beside her, the air warped as if space itself were distorting, wind whipping in violent currents.
Crack!
Several hundred meters away, a white monstrosity collapsed with a gaping hole blown clean through its skull.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
From her lotus-locked center, successive reports erupted. Across the entire campus, heads and torsos of swarming creatures began to burst open.
She remained motionless in her seated position, yet her arms moved so fast they left only afterimages. From that alone, shockwaves tore outward.
A sight that earned the name “human cannon” and then some—the advancing hordes’ heads exploding from an inexplicable barrage of force.
Throughout it all, evacuating students were wrapped in Aaron’s Bone Armor and moved to the safe zones Jane had secured in advance. Any creatures that survived Hong Peng’s assault turned to stone under Bahil’s Curse and vanished.
There were many injured, but not a single death.
By the efforts of Kizen’s faculty, Kizen had returned to safety.

* * *
“Long time no see, Saint of Purification.”
Nephthys spoke.
Francesca, astride the metal golem wrought of Sacred Flame, showed no expression, yet stood frozen as if a pause button had been pressed. She seemed visibly shaken.
‘She breached the barrier this easily? I poured ten years of temporal resistance into that barrier…!’
Nephthys smiled faintly.
“Yeah. It was tricky to undo, I’ll admit. Cost me ten years to break through.”
‘…!’
Francesca’s massive form twitched.
‘Has she gone mad? Are a few hundred students really worth a decade of her life?’
Nephthys extended one small hand.
“They are.”
Bang!
Then, snapping her fingers like flicking a chestnut, she released it. Francesca swerved sharply to the side, dodging, but a massive hole tore open behind her.
‘Ugh!’
Francesca lunged forward, swinging the White Holy Sword. Nephthys opened her palm flat.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
Before her materialized a clock-faced magic circle radiating golden light. The moment the White Holy Sword touched the barrier, it wavered and melted back into Sacred Flame.
“Nothing in this world is free from time.”
Nephthys spoke.
“The mana that forms the foundation of this world, the Sacred Flame, the Dark Element—all of it fades away as time passes. Eternity does not exist.”
She pushed the golden magic circle with a fingertip.
The magic circle surged forward at tremendous speed, passing through the White Holy Sword and piercing straight through the massive body that comprised Francesca.
‘!!’
The metal golem fell away, and Francesca’s form appeared, arm already outstretched. Her right arm, which had been hollow, had returned; even the wound she’d taken from the Sword of Ruin was back.
Time had reversed her completely into the past.
“Heh.”
Nephthys smirked and wiggled her fingers. The magic circle, flying past Francesca, hesitated, then reversed course and swept back through her body once more.
Her right arm vanished again, and the wound from the Sword of Ruin reopened.
‘Aaaaaaaah!’
Her arm lost once again, Francesca screamed. Simultaneously, from the magic circle beneath them, a colossal black hand reminiscent of a Demon’s Claw seized her in its grip.
“Squeeze.”
Nephthys clenched her fern-like hand into a tight fist.
‘…!’
Simon, watching in shock, instinctively turned his head away.
The Demon’s Claw tightened its grip, and with a wet, sickening sound, something ruptured.

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