Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 207

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy — Episode 207
Simon’s mind was working to make sense of his current situation.
A strange, violent boom had sounded at first, causing the yellowish whale to thrash in agony, the ship inside it shaking violently. Then he’d lost consciousness, and when his eyes opened, he found himself somewhere on a beach shrouded in thick sea mist.
He needed more information. Simon wrung out his wet Kizen Uniform jacket and shoes, then waded through the shallow water on squelching feet.
He climbed up from the shallows onto white sand, relishing the soft feel of it beneath his feet. Walking a bit further, he spotted terrain dotted with trees and vegetation.
Simon, who hailed from a rugged mountain region, found his eyes drawn first to the plants—his gaze drifting past the trees to the blooming flowers and grasses.
‘This is…….’
The flora of Rocksum.
More precisely, the environment typically seen in Western Rocksum. From Hong Peng’s classes, he’d wandered so much around the island’s various corners that he knew it well.
‘So I’ve somehow managed to reach Rocksum?’
Turning back, he saw the vast ocean stretching out across the horizon.
The sound of waves crashing—whoosh, whoosh. He was definitely on an island now.
Now to think this through again.
While traveling by the whale, someone had ‘attacked’ him. The whale had plummeted, and Simon had lost consciousness. Yet somehow, he’d been washed ashore by the waves, reaching the edge of Rocksum.
This was the most natural sequence of events he could reasonably infer.
‘……Though, there are far too many strange points to simply accept it as fact.’
Simon placed his shoes on a nearby rock, twisted his uniform like laundry, wrung out the water, and put it back on, shaking off the excess.
Damp, but unavoidable. And it was at this moment he realized the protective magic that should have been woven into his Kizen Uniform had vanished.
He wrung out the water from his shoes as well, crumpled some water-absorbent leaves from nearby vegetation to deal with the moisture, then put his shoes back on.
He had no time to idle here drying clothes.
‘I need to find the others.’
That’s when Simon resolved to move forward.
—Screeeech!
A sound like metal scraping. He stopped and immediately turned toward where the noise came from.
Dense undergrowth. Something was approaching, pushing through the forest’s darkness.
‘A monster? Or a wild animal?’
Simon tensed, readying himself for combat.
And the moment he glimpsed what emerged from the darkness, an involuntary gasp escaped his lips.
‘This can’t be real.’
It was a creature entirely bone-white, with hollow sockets where eyes, nose, and mouth should have been. He knew exactly what this thing was.
Like being struck hard on the head with a hammer. How could he forget what happened just two months ago?
‘A creature born from Prima Materia……!’
The terrible nightmare of the Saint Incident, which he’d buried, was being forcibly dredged up.
The moment he saw that bone-white creature standing on four legs before him, Simon found himself wishing this was a dream.
—Screeeech!
The white creature lunged forward on all fours.
The confusion in his mind subsided, and combat logic took its place instantly.
‘I’ll end this with Overlord in one move.’
Simon waited motionless, then drew two Tentacle Blades.
He raised one like a wall in front to block the creature’s attack, and when its momentum stalled, he brought the other up from the ground to exploit that frozen instant.
Shwrrrrrip!
The blade pierced through its belly and lifted upward. Simon drew a Skeleton Shortsword from his pocket dimension, gripped it firmly, stepped onto the blade, and bounded up its body to sever its neck.
As the white head severed from its body, the creature’s form crumbled to ash, then dissolved into nothing in the air.
Thump.
Simon landed on the sand and tossed the shortsword above his head. A pocket dimension opened and swallowed the blade cleanly.
“That confirms it.”
The brief skirmish had yielded decisive information.
First, what he’d just fought was definitely a creature made from Prima Materia.
Second, Prima Materia is an artifact that uses its user’s power as its essence to endlessly create creatures fundamentally alien to reality. If I ask what essence was used, it’s identical to when it was Phlema. There’s no doubt.
‘It’s holiness. Someone’s using holiness again to create these creatures.’
The more information he gathered, the more the threads tangled rather than unraveled. How had a Priest ever entered Rocksum?
Thud.
At the sound of something falling to the ground, Simon’s head turned.
As if proving his hypothesis, he witnessed something startlingly vivid.
Space shimmered, and as if reality itself were expelling something, a white mass dropped straight down. A brand-new bone-white creature was born without any proper causality.
This time it rose on two legs like a human. The moment it was born, it bared its teeth at Simon and took an offensive stance.
“……Ah, come on.”
Simon let out a hollow laugh and assumed a combat posture.
“If my theory’s right, you lot are truly vicious.”
The creature kicked off the sand and charged.

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Tick. Tick.
Tick.
Countless screens unfurled across the darkened control room.
Over a thousand Mana Screens in all.
And remarkably, each one displayed a different image of the stranded Kizen 1st Year students scattered across all of Rocksum.
-If my guess is right, you’re truly vile.
The man seated in the chair smiled with evident pleasure as he heard the voice of the first student to enter combat.
“That’s right. Vile.”
The man rolled the wine glass in his hand.
He wore a black dress uniform with countless medals hanging from his chest, shoulder boards on his shoulders, and a cane in his opposite hand.
“You knew all about it when you enrolled, didn’t you?”
His name was Evangelus Alphonia.
A senior administrator at Kizen’s main headquarters and a Necromancer who bore the alias “The Needle.”
“Evangelus.”
Two headquarters staff members approached him in his chair and bowed their heads.
“All 948 first-year students of Kizen. The examination has begun.”
“Ah, yes. Good.”
Evangelus waved his hand dismissively, and the staff members returned to their work. Observers—magical devices floating in the air—followed the students and transmitted their images to the Mana Screens. Of course, the Observers used Invisibility Magic so the students remained unaware of their presence.
“Some students are sharp and quick-witted, like that one there.”
Evangelus’s gaze shifted from Simon to the side.
“But many others have fallen into panic.”
-Aahhh! Ahhhhhhh!
-Why is this even here on Rocksum!
-Wasn’t it all supposed to be over?
-I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
Evangelus laughed out loud.
A child collapsing.
A child screaming.
A child weeping.
A child denying reality.
For this cohort of 1st Years, the end of the first semester had been a horrifying experience they never wanted to recall.
An unprecedented catastrophe—a Saint had directly led Kizen forces into their territory, sealed the entire 1st Year class with a barrier, and attempted to slaughter them all. This was the only generation to have endured such a thing.
There had been no deaths, but many students were injured, and many still suffered from trauma and nightmares, unable to forget what had happened.
But Kizen did not soothe their wounds and trauma.
Instead, it cruelly tore them open and demanded that the students confront and overcome the horrors they had faced.
“Come now! Come! How long will you keep wearing that glorious uniform and whimper? Pull yourself together mentally. If you don’t want to die, get your head in the game and fight!”
Evangelus raised his voice, brandishing his cane.
“Besides, no one even died back then, did they? You’re going on about trauma over nothing! I suppose we really are living in an age of peace, aren’t we? In the field, people face far worse horrors. Students who can’t endure even this much—”
Evangelus’s eyes gleamed.
“—have no right to call themselves Kizen.”
The staff members, who had been cautiously observing Evangelus as they worked, felt a chill run down their spines.
Then Evangelus turned his head and spoke.
“All of you, stay sharp and carefully monitor the students’ psychological states and behavior. Any who show markedly poor situational awareness will be immediately culled.”
“Yes, sir!”

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“Hah!”
Simon exhaled a ragged breath as he swung his leg down. The creature that had taken a direct strike from his darkness-infused crimson staff went limp and dispersed into nothingness.
Simon had now surpassed ten monsters killed.
‘If I keep hunting them down one by one, this will never end.’
He realized he needed a clear course of action.
Simon considered two possible scenarios in his mind.
Either Efnel had genuinely attacked Kizen and stolen the Prima Materia, now generating an infinite horde of creatures.
Or Kizen itself was orchestrating all of this as a test for its students.
Simon was leaning more heavily toward the latter. The timing and circumstances were far too contrived to be anything else.
The notion that the great Kizen had allowed the Priests to steal the Prima Materia again seemed implausible, as did the fact that Efnel’s offensive—which had shown no warning signs—had begun precisely at the opening ceremony.
He also believed that unless the Pope had undergone a sudden change of heart, the moderate-minded Israfil would have found some way to prevent the war.
‘But to create these white creatures, wouldn’t you need a Priest? How could Kizen have manufactured these holy monsters?’
The thought crossed Simon’s mind for a moment, but he shook his head and set the question aside. If he kept chasing one doubt after another like this, he’d never reach an end.
What mattered was clear: either way, he had to reach the Kizen Campus Grounds.
If this was a test, the moment he arrived there, it would be over.
If these were truly attacks by Priests, then he had to make it to the Command Control Room within the campus and prevent them from using the Prima Materia.
‘All right. Time to move.’
With his resolve hardened, Simon took his first step forward.
Truth be told, he was more worried about the three of them than any strategic calculation—but whether they were even on this island remained unknown.
For now, all he could do was trust in their abilities as fellow Kizen students.
Screech-screech-screech-screech-screech.
Shriek-shriek.
But he’d barely gone any distance when he spotted more of the Prima Materia’s creatures ahead.
Seven of them—small, medium, and large mixed evenly—came charging toward him.
‘No time to fight them one by one.’
Simon detonated his Dark Element through his legs and plowed straight into the cluster of monsters.
He dodged the small one’s attack by leaping onto a medium creature’s back. As the medium and large ones threw their fists, Simon bounded higher still, scrambled up the large one’s arm, and was on its body in a heartbeat.
Their low intelligence meant they tangled with each other while Simon jumped clean off the large monster’s shoulder.
‘Bone Armor!’
A pocket dimension opened, and two skeletons clung to Simon’s body.
‘Forward!’
Then he activated the skeletons’ gravitational pull through Absolute Command, creating a gliding effect.
Simon’s body shot smoothly through the air. Behind him, the creatures were a tangled mess.
‘Whether it’s a test or the real thing, I’m ending this madness as fast as I can.’
He swept past the small fry and cut straight toward Kizen on the shortest route.

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