Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 209

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy Chapter 209
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
House-sized white fists plummeted chaotically from the sky. Simon, riding the Golem Board, slipped between them with the agility of a loach.
‘Faster! I need to go faster!’
The Golem Board accelerated once more, threading between the legs of the Prima Materia Monsters. As it forced its way through, the massive creatures collided with each other and tangled together.
Boom-crash!
Thud!
Each strike could have meant death—a reckless gambit he had no business attempting—yet Simon executed it without hesitation.
‘Hill ahead.’
A blunt rise in terrain appeared a few meters forward. Simon gripped the edge of the board and tilted his body slightly.
Whoooosh!
The board launched up the hillside. It hung in the air for several seconds before descending again, landing softly on the earth.
Grrrraaahhh!
The monsters roared in pursuit, but their speed fell far short of his.
Simon caught his disheveled hair and grinned.
“See you later!”
Having crossed the swarm-thick grassland unscathed, Simon had reached a place he knew well.
Rochester—the students’ city.
‘It’s been far too long.’
This was where he’d sneak off after classes, slipping through hidden routes. The main dating spot for students, the gathering place for weekend meetings. Yet the vibrant city now lay eerily empty.
Still, arriving here meant Kizen was just a little further ahead.
Simon pushed the Golem Board faster.
Ping!
Ping!
Suddenly, a volley of pristine white arrows came raining down from the rooftops ahead.
‘Holy Arrows?’
Simon immediately swerved the board to the side, and the arrows struck the ground with sharp cracks.
‘What’s this? Why would a Priest’s white magic be here……?’
Footsteps approached with an ominous tread.
Simon’s head snapped toward the sound, every nerve on edge.
Two men in white robes were advancing toward him.
“Death to the enemies of the Goddess.”
“Judgment upon the profane.”
They muttered in voices hollow as fanatics, tracing the sign of the cross as they unleashed white magic.
From their movements alone, Simon instantly grasped the nature of their spell.
He had spent time in the Sacred Federation—he couldn’t possibly mistake this technique.
Exorcism.
Crack!
Pure white holiness fell like lightning from the magical circle overhead. Simon gunned the board’s acceleration, narrowly dodging the strike.
“This doesn’t make sense! Why are you here?!”
Simon shouted, but the Priests showed no interest in conversation.
The presence of Priests in Rocksum was deeply shocking. For a moment, the notion that this was all part of Kizen’s test wavered in his mind, and he found himself wondering if Efnel had actually attacked Kizen.
“Death to the enemies of the Goddess.”
The two Priests deployed their white magic faster. Multiple magical circles spread across the empty air, pillars of light crashing down like cannon fire.
‘I can’t dodge Exorcism!’
Simon immediately gripped the front of the board.
‘Rise up!’
Crack!
The board folded in half, rising to shield his body completely. The Exorcism struck the front face, and the board shuddered under the relentless barrage.
But—
‘It held!’
A triumphant smile spread across Simon’s face.
From his direct experience in the Sacred Federation, he had learned that Priests fighting Necromancers at range employed two main strategies.
The first was Purification-class white magic. It bypassed physical force entirely, dumping pure holiness like artillery fire—Exorcism being the prime example of such magic.
Against a Necromancer or the Undead, even a single strike could shatter the core and render them unable to fight.
The second was white magic infused with physical force. The Holy Arrows that had just flown at him were such an example.
Exorcism alone, unless backed by tremendous firepower, struggled to demolish solid obstacles like walls, but adding physical force made that possible. However, it couldn’t one-shot a Necromancer the way Purification-class magic could.
‘In the end, I just need to watch out for Exorcism.’
The Priests had just fired Exorcism—a one-hit kill technique. So Simon had raised a golem to create a physical barrier, and he’d defended successfully.
The Priests seemed to realize that spamming Exorcism wouldn’t work. They shifted their magical pattern, floating Holy Spears in the air above.
Simon seized the moment, dropping the golem’s guard and pouring on speed.
“!”
For Holiness to add physical force, it needed proper form—and that meant it had to travel as a projectile. This was exactly the window he needed: the Golem Board’s overwhelming velocity let him slip past.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
He wove between the incoming Holy Spears, racing through Rochester’s streets. He had to break free of this city and reach the Kizen Campus.
-Screeeeeech!
A bone-chilling cry erupted from somewhere, and a Prima Materia Monster vaulted from the adjacent alley.
‘Of course it was here too.’
Other creatures lurking in the streets caught sight of Simon and lunged.
‘My Shadow Aura reserves are getting thin.’
Simon felt cold sweat bead on his skin as he cranked the board’s speed higher.
The closer he drew to the Kizen Campus, the fewer small monsters appeared—the medium and large ones dominated the streets instead.
In a way, that was better. Simon flooded the board with Shadow Aura, weaving through the white creatures’ attacks with practiced ease.
Crack!
A Holy Spear clipped the edge of the golem board and ricocheted away.
Simon’s head snapped up, and he saw more Holy Spears cutting through the air from the side.
‘Are there Priests here too?’
Not the ones behind him. On the roofs ahead, Priests were bounding between surfaces, hurling Holy Spears and Exorcisms downward.
A medium-sized monster charged straight at him, raking with hook-like claws. At the same moment, an Exorcism streaked from his flank.
‘Focus.’
The world tightened. Sound vanished. Time slowed.
The creature’s claws and the flying Exorcism moved like they were in slow motion.
Simon planted on the Shadow Aura beneath him and leapt skyward.
His body lifted free from the board and rose into the air as the claws and Exorcism tore through empty space below.
Suspended for a heartbeat, Simon extended his body in a straight line, legs stretched long. The board, moving at steady intervals, aligned perfectly with his trajectory and rose to meet his feet.
Snap!
The instant Simon’s feet touched the board, time snapped back to normal. He’d threaded the trap perfectly and shot through the encirclement.
‘The monsters I can handle, but these Priests are a real problem.’
He left the physical attacks to the creatures swarming the streets while the Priests stayed at a distance, lobbing Exorcisms from safety.
Simon decided to strike back.
He rounded the back of a building and brought the golem board to a halt. Pressing his left foot firmly to the ground, he activated Overload and pulled three zombies from his pocket dimension.
Tentacle blades erupted from the earth, coiling around the zombies’ torsos and drawing taut like bowstrings. Simon’s eyes gleamed as he calmly completed the magical circle.
‘Fire!’
The Overload’s tentacles, bent like a bow, launched the zombies over the rooftops like a catapult. Simon counted silently, then clenched his fist.
‘Corpse Explosion!’
Boom!
Crash-boom-boom!
Two detonations sounded beyond the building. One of them must have detonated before it even landed.
But the incoming Exorcisms had stopped. Simon bolted out of the street at full speed.

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“Oh, oh! Well done!”
Evangellos, watching the entire scene through a Mana Screen, gripped his staff and waved it excitedly.
“That’s it! This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for!”
Using a Mud Golem as a vehicle, wielding summoned tentacles as a catapult to launch zombies, then triggering Corpse Explosion—sheer ingenuity.
Compared to the other years’ Special Examinee No. 1s who’d simply crushed everything with brute force, this year’s candidate lacked flashiness, but their judgment and improvisation were genuinely top-tier.
If anything, these types often had the highest potential.
‘I’m actually interested in developing someone like this. Is this why everyone covets a Kizen professorship?’
“Examiner. Chatel Maer is approaching Rochester.”
Evangellos waved his hand dismissively.
“Never mind that. Deploy every Priest we can spare straight at Simon Polentia.”
The staff member’s face went pale.
“S-sir, are you serious? Simon has already defeated several Priests…”
“Do it. We’ve got distinguished guests here—we need to give them a good show. Leave the staging to me.”
Evangellos was already fixated on Simon, his eyes locked on the screen showing the boy racing across the golem board.
“What, no answer?”
“…….”
The execution hall fell silent. Every staff member was sweating coldly, their eyes darting nervously toward the back.
Evangellos turned around, muttering, ‘Have these fools lost their minds?’
His pupils, like theirs, had dilated.
“…This isn’t completely insane, is it?”
A man in a white suit materialized in the examination command center out of nowhere. Everyone froze in place, staring at him.
Evangellos let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head.
“Since when do professors just walk into exams run by Kizen headquarters? And what’s all this talk about fairness?”
Bahil, a Curse Magic professor and member of the Raven, smiled broadly.
“I’m not here as a professor—I’m here as Raven. And what you’re trying to pull, all that talk about fairness? That’s filthy, isn’t it?”
“…You.”
Evangellos’s eyes flashed white-hot.
“Are you actually out of your mind?”
Whoosh.
A thousand needles materialized from nowhere, stopping just short of Bahil. One twitch of a finger would send them piercing through flesh.
“Because Neftis lets you slack off with that Kizen professor title, you think you can run your mouth?”
“Senior.”
Bahil spoke with perfect calm.
“The students are watching. Don’t embarrass yourself—put away that toy.”
Pop.
Evangellos opened his palm. All thousand needles turned pitch black.
“Want to find out if it’s a toy? Try getting stabbed by one.”
Bahil laughed lightly.
“Go ahead. I’m waiting.”
Evangellos’s face, which had been burning with rage, suddenly went rigid.
“……”
A long silence fell. Then Evangellos’s shoulders shook as he burst into loud laughter.
“Damn it, you bastard!”
Evangellos covered his forehead and eyes with his palm.
After a few seconds, he slowly lowered his hand, only to find his needles encircling empty air.
And Bahil, as though he’d teleported, was leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed.
“…A curse. When did you cast it?”
All of Evangellos’s curse resistance had been breached. The elegance and subtlety of Bahil’s curse work was enough to raise the hair on his entire body.
Bahil shrugged casually, as if to say it was trivial.
“…I never get tired of it, honestly.”
Evangellos flicked his hand, and all the needles vanished with a whoosh, dissolving into the empty air.
He leaned back against the chair’s headrest and tapped his own shoulder.
“Fine. So why’d a bastard like you crawl in here? What do you want?”
“I figured you’d show off like that, senior.”
Bahil pointed at the monitor with his finger. His voice turned icy.
“Don’t hurt what’s mine.”

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