Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 203

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 203
Crash!
Wichasha slammed into the wall, and dust billowed up in thick clouds. Merin let out a gasp of admiration.
“That was incredible, Kamibarez! You’ve been training so hard this whole time!”
Kamibarez beamed and nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes! I couldn’t keep falling behind all three of you.”
“Kamibarez.”
At that moment, Dick, who had been staring straight ahead, spoke up.
“No one here thinks you’ve fallen behind.”
His voice was unusually grave, and everyone turned to him in surprise.
“You tend to be too hard on yourself. Have a little more confidence.”
“Yeah, thanks, Dick!”
Simon gave Dick an approving pat on the back, while Merin smirked and let out a scoffing laugh.
“The one who could use a little anxiety is you. You’re so careless about everything.”
“Ah, but the composure a cheetah possesses — how could mere racing dogs ever comprehend it?”
“Hey! Did you just call me a dog?!”
Thud.
Through the settling dust, Wichasha rose to his feet. He moved his neck and rotated his shoulders with barely a scratch on him.
The four had expected some impact, but he seemed almost untouched — their expressions hardened slightly. Dick spoke up, feigning indifference.
“Hmm, okay. I’d rate that a 0.5 Hong Peng.”
“If you’re not concentrating, I’ll fold you in half at the waist?”
Wichasha closed his eyes and spread both arms wide. A thick, viscous darkness flowed out like spiderwebs, unfurling around him.
All four tensed at the sight of Wichasha’s dark magic for the first time, but the spreading darkness didn’t launch outward — instead, it enveloped his entire body.
‘There it is.’
The Dark Garment — the symbol of a Magical Combat scholar.
Unlike the typical full-body metal armor form, Wichasha’s Dark Garment took the shape of beast fur draped across his entire frame.
Thump.
He dropped to all fours like an animal, and as he drove his feet against the ground, he charged forward with a crackling sound.
Boom!
Simon reacted first, stamping the ground hard.
Bones scattered from the earlier battle rose into the air and turned their sharp ends forward.

Whoosh!
The bones shot forward, trailing Simon’s teal mana. Wichasha scaled the wall with his arms and legs, dodging the bones, then bounded off and charged forward with such force that the wall cracked beneath him.
The four jumped back simultaneously to evade the terrible onslaught. Wichasha homed in on Simon, his target — like a massive grizzly bear charging down upon him.
Snap!
But again, tension arrested the charge. An invisible net had materialized before him, held at both ends by Dick, Merin, and Kamibarez, their Internal Dark Element Manipulation pushed to the maximum.
“…These brats!”
“We know perfectly well you’re after Simon.”
Dick chuckled and hurled a burning Mana Lighter. Oil slicked the ground where the three had retreated.
“If you don’t use your surroundings, you’re not fit to be a necromancer.”
But Wichasha’s response was equally formidable.
He shifted his Internal Dark Element Manipulation into Internal Dark Element Differentiation and stamped the ground once, explosively multiplying his momentum. The three holding the net were dragged back toward him.
“Ugh!”
Dick barely managed to throw his body clear and seize the Mana Lighter, while the female students tumbled to the ground. Wichasha burst through their shield and reached Simon.
‘Open Gate!’
Six Overload blades erupted forth, but Wichasha deflected the attack effortlessly with his Dark Garment and drove his fist into Simon’s guarded arm.
Crash!
Simon’s body was knocked backward, flying dozens of meters before slamming into the wall.
‘Damn it! No matter how I defend…!’
It seemed the stories of him fighting Hong Peng were no exaggeration.
“Come on, commoner! Move faster!”
Merin gritted her teeth and conjured ice spears in rapid succession in the air.
“Right!”
Dick touched each spear as he passed through, and the already dark spears turned pitch-black like coal.
At Merin’s command, the ice spears shot forward with piercing cries, but Wichasha didn’t evade — he simply walked toward the fallen Simon, and the black spears bounced harmlessly off his Dark Garment the moment they struck.

Kamibarez unleashed a hastily prepared Curse. Wichasha swung his arm back, gripped the darkness, and lashed it forward.
Clang!
The sight of him summoning darkness in a wave to shatter the curse was nothing short of professional mastery — he was that skilled.
‘Heal.’
Simon flexed his right arm, which had stiffened during the battle, and channeled Holiness to mend it in secret. He hastily completed the emergency treatment and brought his arm back into guard position.
The moment he resumed Internal Black Magic Control after the Holiness cast, Wichasha came rushing at him.
‘Focus.’
Simon’s eyes hardened with resolve.
‘Of all my techniques, Corpse Explosion is the only one that can truly damage the Dark Garment.’
He pulled a zombie from his pocket dimension.
His opponent had no intention of killing him. Whether punch, kick, or headbutt—even if he allowed one strike through, as long as he didn’t lose consciousness, the zombies could pin Wichasha down and trigger the Corpse Explosion.
Once he’d disposed of the Dark Garment that way, the other three would finish what remained.
The zombies retreated left and right as Simon took his position at the center. Wichasha, clad in the Dark Garment, charged forward like a tank that nothing could stop.
‘Please, just make him pass out…!’
Simon fixed his gaze with iron intensity on the fist hurtling toward him.
Whoosh!
In that instant, the fist that had been barreling toward him stopped dead before Simon’s face, as if it had never moved.
“You’re overextending. Exception protocol number one.”
At the sight of a woman lolling her tongue and grinning, both their eyes went wide.
Long, spiky greyish-brown hair like a porcupine, clothes that looked like rags, grime and stains visible in patches across her body, and the acrid reek of dangerous chemicals wafting from her.
“Professor Byeol-Ya!”
At that cry, the three who had been rushing to Simon’s aid froze mid-step.
“By, Byeol-Ya, you say?”
“Her?”
Tremble-tremble-tremble!
Wichasha’s fist quivered. He had only been seized by the wrist, yet he couldn’t move at all.
He immediately swung his empty left arm toward Byeol-Ya.
Slap!
Byeol-Ya batted the punch away with her other arm. While their limbs tangled together, she thrust her head forward and spat directly into Wichasha’s face.
The moment the green saliva touched Wichasha’s face, a horrific sizzle filled the air as an enormous plume of vapor erupted—like a steam engine running wild.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
Wichasha recoiled, clutching his face, his anguished screams tearing from his throat without pause.
“How is it?”
Byeol-Ya extended her tongue and placed her index finger upon it.
She then scraped her finger along the length of her tongue until it extended into open air, leaving behind a thick, viscous strand that arced backward.
“Like the taste of my saliva?”
Droplets fell from that viscous arch, burning through the floor and releasing acrid smoke.
Wichasha, who had been writhing in agony, finally seemed to compose himself somewhat, breathing heavily with one hand covering half his face.
“…You filthy woman!”
“Ooh, that one stung a bit.”
By then, the Hufa Tribe members surrounding them had been pinned down by the rats and crows she had brought with her.
Simon breathed out shakily and managed a strained smile.
“Thank you for coming, Professor!”
“Get your friends and move far back.”
Simon joined the other three. Merin let out a smile of mixed embarrassment.
“Spitting? The legendary Kizen professor actually resorts to something so crude?”
Kamibarez covered her flushed face with both palms.
“I’m… mortified.”
And it was no wonder—Byeol-Ya’s attire was rather provocative by the students’ standards.
Like a Wildling with no need to conceal her body, she had simply wrapped rags tightly around herself, and while vital areas were covered, her skin showed through in patches and the curves of her form were unmistakably visible.
‘That’s just an exhibitionist!’
Such was Merin’s internal verdict.
“Well, this works out better anyway.”
At that moment, Wichasha’s Dark Element aura surged up with a ferocity they’d never witnessed before.
“The situation’s gotten messy, but in the end, it comes down to this. Student kidnappings, traps, all that tedious nonsense—if I simply defeat you, it’s done.”
“Mm, right. If that were possible, anyway.”
As Byeol-Ya needled him, Wichasha’s Dark Garment began to quiver and undergo a second transformation.
“I won’t hold back anymore because of the capture objective!”
His aura shifted entirely—no longer the soft, fur-like Dark Garment but something bristling with spikes, wrapping him in impenetrable armor.
Simultaneously, he clenched both fists and drew them upward.

The instant his fists moved, Byeol-Ya bent at the waist. The wall behind her revealed a smooth, clean edge where it had been severed—as if cut by a master blade.
Turning to regard the building wall that collapsed with a deafening crash, she burst into laughter.
“Isn’t that Hong Peng’s technique?”
“What does ownership matter in combat? The technique belongs to whoever can use it!”
As Wichasha’s foot struck the ground, the Black Element rose like ripples on water, sending his body shooting out in all directions at once.
This was an upgraded version of the Black Stepping. Simon and his team widened their distance before they could be caught in the clash of the two masters.
Her eyes moved like a chameleon’s.
“Pointless theatrics.”
Whoosh!
Wichasha materialized behind Byeol-Ya’s back in a blur of afterimages, throwing a straight punch with lethal precision—a technique of thorough annihilation that left no room for escape.
“……?!”
But suddenly, a high-density smoke erupted from empty air, slamming into Wichasha’s body. Like being buried beneath an expanding balloon, he flew back without any chance to resist.
‘What was that? There was no sign of any spell or magic circle at all!’
Just as Wichasha was forced to retreat, something like a mass of germs flew toward his face faster than he could pull back, then detonated.
Boom!
“Gack!”
Greenish-blue pus erupted across his entire body.
Even covering his nose and mouth with the Dark Garment and protecting his skin proved useless. The pus that erupted from his flesh was crushed under the Dark Garment, bursting with excruciating pain. Yellow fluid leaked out through the gaps of the Dark Garment.
“Damn it!!”
Severe Poison Black Magic.
Once exposed, the more time passed, the worse it became. Wichasha closed the distance again and swung his fists, but Byeol-Ya simply swayed her upper body as if dancing, evading each blow with ease.
“Ugh!”
Purple sputum dripped from between Wichasha’s lips as he groaned.
His eyes were half-open and his vision spun dizzily. With each swing of his arm, it felt as though various ailments erupting from Byeol-Ya’s body were piercing him.
Unable to endure it further, Wichasha abandoned his offense and retreated.
“……This is cowardly! What kind of trick are you pulling?!”
“Cowardly?”
Byeol-Ya raised her hand to her forehead and eyes, then leaned her waist back and shook her shoulders with a cackle.
Everyone watching shuddered at her witch-like laughter. With each convulsive laugh, colorful, gleaming grains fell from her body and rolled across the ground.
Simon’s eyes widened.
‘……Sweat?’
“Ah, hilarious.”
When she brushed her forehead clear of her bangs, the beads scattered like wind-blown seeds. Wichasha dared not approach, and Simon’s team stepped back another pace.
Their bodies reacted with extreme rejection.
Instinctively, they could sense it.
That was an extremely dangerous substance.
“You don’t understand, do you?”
Watching the hesitant Wichasha, Byeol-Ya spoke.
“How to face me.”
“……!”
“Stereotyped patterns are a sin. They’re boring. The way most people fight is to collide and then hunt for the opponent’s mistakes or miscalculations. That means whoever prepared and gathered the most information wins. Where’s the fun in that kind of fight?”
Byeol-Ya’s head turned toward the students.
“This is your first lesson. A Necromancer must be different. You can only land a hit with an attack your opponent can’t even imagine. And in doing so, you become ‘twisted.’ So what if you’re a little twisted? A bizarre victor beats a dead loser any day, doesn’t it?”
“Ugh!”
Wichasha wrapped himself more tightly in the Dark Garment and charged forward again.
“But look at him.”
Easily dodging the vicious punch by merely twisting at the waist, Byeol-Ya curved her lips upward.
“Punches. Kicks. Grappling. Just basic techniques anyone with two hands and two feet can master from birth, therefore predictable to everyone. At least someone like Hong Peng adds variations, but he’s too straightforward.”
She ducked under a stabbing punch and brought her index finger to Wichasha’s ribs.
“It’s always these types who whine about it being unfair.”
Slash!
Like striking a match, the Dark Garment tore in the wake of her index finger, and purple liquid seeped into his skin.
“Aaaaghhhh!!”
“Justifying your own lack of character.”
Even in agony, Wichasha threw a punch, but suddenly the ground beneath his left foot softened and melted, creating a slope that twisted the direction of his strike.
He tried again, spreading both arms to grab her, but her body transformed into poison mist and vanished, reappearing behind his back.
“Kgh!”
Seeing her raise her right arm in a straightforward lift, Wichasha immediately crossed both arms in a defensive stance, but instead the sand grains lying on the ground shot upward and exploded.
Boom!
At last, Wichasha dropped to one knee, blue liquid pouring from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
“This is it.”
She smiled enchantingly and placed a hand on her waist.
“This is what a real Necromancer’s battle looks like.”

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