Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 180

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy — Episode 180
This man is the source of everything.
All I need to do is bring him down.
Simon stepped on the Dark Element and charged at Aloken.
“……!”
Just as Simon raised his fist, a spray of crimson blood droplets came flying toward him, catching in his vision.
“Tch!”
He twisted his body hard enough to strain his ankle, changing direction sharply.
Boom!
Watching the sand-like blood droplets transform into a massive explosion, Simon broke into a cold sweat.
Aloken chuckled and spoke.
“You’re not quite a professional yet, are you?”
As Aloken swung his right arm, three droplets went flying.
“Every move gives you away.”
Successive explosions erupted. This was why the cabin had been torn to shreds—all Aloken’s handiwork.
‘If Metin hadn’t explained it to me, I’d have been hit for certain.’
Simon activated the Bone Armor Handgun mounted on his right arm. Weaving through the scattered blood droplets in the cramped space, he aimed the muzzle at Aloken’s head.
Gunfire followed in succession.
And Aloken sent only a single droplet forward, detonating it.
“……!”
Blood Explosion Magic doesn’t end with one blast. The condensed blood explodes and its mass lingers in the air for a certain duration.
It formed a kind of wall. All the bullets were either blocked by the explosion and ricocheted, or fell limp to the floor.
‘Damn, it’s trickier than I thought. Is this a case of someone who trained obsessively in just one specialty spell?’
While Kizen taught elite necromancers a diverse curriculum, it was actually common among necromancers working in the field to specialize so narrowly in a single Dark Magic.
As Simon dodged the cascading Blood Explosions, a red whip flashed past his shoulder from behind while his vision was obscured by the blast.
‘Damn!’
The wound was deep enough that blood sprayed.
“As someone entering the profession, let me teach you something.”
Aloken licked his lips. A magic circle was drawn on Simon’s shoulder in the blink of an eye.
“For a specialist in bloodline magic, even a scratch means defeat.”
When he pressed his index and middle fingers together, a fountain of blood erupted from Simon’s shoulder with a wet rushing sound.
‘Hemorrhage Magic!’
Simon urgently pressed his left hand to his wounded shoulder, but blood continued to pour.
“It won’t work. Bleed out.”
“Heal.”
“…What?”
A hum resonated.
Holy power flowed from Simon’s left hand and the wound closed rapidly. Aloken’s expression twisted strangely.
“You! You were definitely a necromancer……!”
Simon raised his index finger without hesitation.
In the moment of Aloken’s shock, four blades shot up from the floor, dragged him upward, and sent him flying through the train’s ceiling.
“Ugh!”
Simon likewise stepped on one of the Overlords rising from the floor and ascended.
Clack! Clack!
Wind whistled fiercely outside the train. The two men now stood facing each other atop the train’s roof. Aloken looked around.
“Interesting. You thought you could escape if we weren’t in that cramped cabin?”
“…….”
He opened his palm and four droplets formed, shimmering between his fingers.
“Experience firsthand whether your assessment is correct.”
Simon observed the situation coldly.
Martial Arts—direct approach was impossible.
Overlord. I’d just used it properly, but it didn’t seem to deal real damage.
Skeletons and zombies. Summoned creatures are vulnerable to wide-area attacks.
Simon acknowledged it. This was an opponent far stronger than himself, one he couldn’t defeat with his current power.
Time was also running short. Even now, countless passengers on this train were being injured or killed.
Once this train reaches their destination, another danger will emerge.
‘I’ve decided.’
Simon reached into the subspace and pulled out the Golden Crown. Gripping it in both hands, he lifted it above his head.
‘I’ll use it now.’
Standing with legs slightly apart in a low stance, Simon slowly raised the crown toward his head.
Feeling an abnormal aura emanating from the crown, Aloken assumed an extreme defensive stance, but after putting it on, Simon showed no change whatsoever.
‘What is this? Just a bluff?’
Thinking he’d tensed up for nothing, Aloken switched to the offensive, summoning blood droplets to his hand.
[──────────!!!]
Then a roar erupted from Simon’s throat—a sound no human could produce.
The cry reached every passenger on the train, every Blood Heaven Cult follower, and even the zombies rushing toward the train.
Aloken felt a prickling sensation wash over him. Every hair on his body stood on end.
‘What in the hell is happening?’
Blood Zombies began climbing onto the roof of the train around Simon. Aloken thought they were surrounding him, but that wasn’t it at all.
-Shrieeeeeek!
The zombies began to change. Their eyes flooded with gold, and from their bodies came wisps of Teal-Blue Darkness.
The darkened zombies suddenly rushed toward Aloken.
‘!’
Aloken hastily swung his arms, sending blood droplets flying. The moment they burst and obliterated the zombies, another horde came pouring in.
‘He’s seized control of the zombies!’
Aloken’s gaze shot upward. He saw Simon, his eyes now gleaming gold as well, extending his arm.
‘Could it be the power of that crown?’
Simon exhaled lightly, grasping the crown with his right hand as he spoke.
[Follow me.]
A deafening rumble.
Every zombie that had been in the train’s cabins answered Simon’s call. The sight of the train becoming pitch-black with zombies was nothing short of nightmarish to Aloken.
The zombies gathering behind Simon clustered and piled upon one another, forming a mound that began lifting him skyward.
‘Damn it! What in hell is going on?!’

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Lette blinked in confusion.
The zombies who had been fighting alongside the Blood Heaven Cult followers moments before suddenly responded to a strange cry, and without exception, every last one of them was climbing out the windows and up onto the roof. It was the same throughout the train.
‘I mean, I’m glad I only have to deal with the followers, but what’s going on?’
Patter-patter.
Then urgent footsteps sounded from the cabin ahead. Lette stopped short, raising her guard.
A moment later, a woman in her thirties emerged wearing an Interrogator’s uniform and glasses—the same female Interrogator who had conducted Lette’s body search.
“My goodness, what a fright.”
Lette dropped her combat stance, relief flooding through her. The Interrogator recognized her and cried out.
“Priest! You’re unharmed!”
“Of course I am. But things have come to this—what are the Interrogators even doing?”
The woman lowered her head.
“I—I’m terribly sorry. We’re doing our absolute best to fight on inside right now.”
“I’ve cleared out my section completely, so let’s head to the engine car together. First we need to find the ringleader and kill them.”
“Yes, this way.”
Lette strode forward, guided by the woman.
Then the Interrogator’s eyes, which had been deferential moments before, flashed cold. The instant Lette passed, the woman’s hand sliced down toward her neck.
Whip.
As if she’d been waiting for it, Lette extended her arm to block and twisted her hips, driving a kick upward. The Interrogator raised her arms to guard.
Crash!
The impact alone sent a violent gust tearing through the cabin. Curtains whipped about; glass cups clattered to the floor and shattered. The Interrogator’s body slid backward.
“Figured as much.”
Lette smirked.
“Logically speaking, there’s no way the Blood Heaven Cult could pull off an operation on this scale alone. You’re the insider, aren’t you?”
The Interrogator’s body blazed with Sacred power like a booster igniting, and in an instant it rammed into Lette. Her palm slammed down against Lette’s abdomen.
‘?!’
<Holy Combat – Divine Flow Divine Form>
Boom!
Lette’s body twisted in a backwards arc and crashed into the opposite wall.
The impact was staggering; her vision went white.
‘Damn! Damn! This woman is ridiculously strong!’
The Interrogator’s arms swung in a fluid, continuous motion.
Sacred magic circles that the Interrogator had drawn in advance were unfurling on the wall where Lette had hit.
<Heresy Interrogation Method – Cross Seal>
Clang!
Clang!
The wall rippled and transformed like shackles, sealing Lette’s arms and legs in an instant as if binding her with seals.
“What—what is this?”
Lette thrashed against the restraints, trying to break free, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Damn it! What are you doing! Let me out right now!”
“Hehehehe.”
Now that her true nature was revealed, the Interrogator approached Lette with arms crossed, moving at a leisurely pace.
“You said you were a first-year at Efnel? How adorable.”
She caressed Lette’s cheek, running her tongue across her lips.
For a moment, killing intent flickered in Lette’s eyes, but she barely suppressed her rage and spoke through gritted teeth.
“What’s the point of all this?”
“?”
“Someone of the rank of Heresy Interrogator—what could you possibly lack that you’d betray the Goddess and crawl in bed with these rootless Blood Heaven Cult heretics?”
The Interrogator laughed with a seductive smile and grabbed the hem of Lette’s school uniform, lifting it slightly. Her white belly and navel were laid bare.
“Do you remember the physical examination?”
“What?”
Lette’s brow furrowed as if hearing nonsense.
“The way you blushed with embarrassment and stood naked before me was so incredibly cute.”
“Ha. Really now.”
Lette let out a hollow laugh and nodded knowingly.
“So you prefer women?”
“Correct.”
In the Dark Alliance, which possessed a relatively permissive attitude toward sexuality, at least minimal protections for sexual minorities were in place.
But the Sacred Federation, founded on religious doctrine, had no such measures. Instead, it explicitly forbade such things through its codes and subjected them to relentless persecution.
Lette clicked her tongue.
“You’re truly pitiful. Hiding something like that while trying to maintain your faith can only breed endless complications.”
“Yes, there have been many difficult things.”
If she were just an ordinary farmer in some rural village, keeping quiet would suffice. But for a priest who’d passed through the Holy Institution, even a rumor could close every door to advancement. If the truth came out, execution was unavoidable.
The Interrogator herself had suffered the same fate. She hadn’t merely failed to reach Efnel—raised by priest parents and walking the elite path with ease, her position as a Heresy Interrogator doing drudge work was in truth a demotion.
Recently, matters had escalated further, and a trial had been set.
Testifying would be the female worshipper she’d attempted to seduce. If she lost the trial and was branded a homosexual, a death sentence was certain.
“So that’s why you’ve joined these heretics and orchestrated all this?”
“I’m simply searching for a way to survive.”
The Interrogator said this while tilting Lette’s chin upward. Lette stared back at her coldly, utterly unmoved.
“No matter what, you’ve crossed a line with this. Don’t you fear the Goddess’s divine punishment?”
“I do fear it. But isn’t it strange?”
She opened her other palm. Sacred power was rising from it.
“The Pope and Efnel suppress homosexuality based on the scriptures, declaring it an absolutely unforgivable sin. Yet my power hasn’t diminished at all—rather, it grew stronger when I became honest with myself. What do you think that means?”
“…….”
“Exactly! The Goddess hasn’t abandoned me! She’s still with me! Can’t we interpret it this way?”
The Interrogator’s expression twisted into something grotesque.
“It’s the Pope and Efnel who distort and manipulate the Goddess’s will.”
“…….”
“I’ll tear Efnel down by any means necessary, heretic or not. And I’ll create my own paradise!”
Lette exhaled a long, contemptuous sigh. She showed no surprise whatsoever at the Interrogator’s words.
‘There’s someone right next to me who uses sacred power without believing in the Goddess, so what.’
Lette slowly raised her head.
“Just because you haven’t lost your sacred power doesn’t mean your entire worldview is correct. That’s arrogant self-justification.”
“What?”
“You’re just using God to rationalize yourself. Why do you assume that not losing sacred power means you have divine approval? By that logic, why haven’t those who reject homosexuality lost their sacred power? Your thinking is despicably narrow-minded and self-centered.”
Interpreting the Goddess’s will through human perspective using logic unsupported by theological foundation was nothing but a profound blasphemy.
“But you.”
The Interrogator smacked her tongue.
“You have the composure to hear what kind of person I am?”
Her hand grasped at the hem of Lette’s skirt.
“…….”
As Lette remained expressionless, the Interrogator giggled and began sliding open the buttons of her shirt.
The thought of shattering that cold girl’s composure set the Interrogator’s cheeks flushing.
“How bold of you to talk back when you’re a captive. Aren’t you afraid?”
“Why should I be afraid?”
Lette laughed coldly.
“I’ve heard the information well enough.”
“!”
A tremendous roar split the air!
From beyond the window, pure white flames hurtled toward the Interrogator.
“Gah!”
She unfurled a Sacred barrier just in time, but the impact still drove her body back dozens of meters. Peering through the window frame was Lette’s spirit beast—Ran.
‘A spirit beast? When did she—!’

A torrent of light erupted!
The restraint bindings that had held Lette fast dissolved as she was engulfed in blessing. The moment she moved, the shackles crumbled effortlessly from the walls.
“I humored you, and now you’re getting bolder by the second.”
Ran swept across and coiled around Lette’s right arm. From the young white dragon’s jaws blazed forth a Prism-Colored Holy Sword.
“And you keep trying to obscure the real issue. I don’t care about your sexual identity. What matters is that you’re a monster responsible for countless deaths.”
The Interrogator felt cold sweat break across her skin as she faced the Sacred power—pure and sharp in a way she’d never encountered before.
Lette raised the blade and smiled darkly.
“Are you ready to die, heretic?”

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