Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 221

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius Chapter 221
“Uuuueegh!”
“Ugh!”
Simon finally understood what had caused the vomiting incident in the cafeteria earlier.
It was happening now, in real time, to all the Class A students. The people who’d gotten sick in the cafeteria must have been the ones who attended Byeol-Ya’s morning lecture.
“Stop your whining and swallow it! Humans are tougher than you weaklings think—you won’t die that easily!”
Byeol-Ya paced the lecture hall with rising fervor.
Here’s how it started.
Byeol-Ya had announced a practical exercise, and the assistants had placed one case in front of each student. Inside were colorful, clay-like blocks.
Are we doing pottery? Are these the raw materials of poison? Simon had never seen anything like it before—it was fascinating. The students, brimming with curiosity, were reaching to light the magical cauldrons when Byeol-Ya made her declaration.
“Alright! Eat it!”
It was, quite literally, food.
Each case contained two contrasting materials. One was genuine poison; the other was an Immunization Drug designed to stimulate the immune system and build Antibodies in the body.
With stern warnings from the assistants—swallow the poison first and you would truly die—the students had to ingest the drug first, then the real poison.
Everyone hesitated in shock, but Professor Byeol-Ya’s command was absolute. Eventually, the students carefully swallowed the drug.
The drug itself carried considerable toxicity; almost immediately, the students’ bodies broke out in splotches, fevers spiked, and nausea set in.
After five minutes, once the drug’s effects had sufficiently spread, they were supposed to swallow the poison straight down.
“Pro, Professor! Is this really a lesson?”
“We’re not going to die, right?”
A few students with weak stomachs asked, their faces pallid with dread. Byeol-Ya bared her triangular teeth in a grin.
“Would a damn professor poison her own students? None of the ones who ate before dropped dead, so stop your sniveling and swallow.”
Overwhelmed by Byeol-Ya’s piercing gaze, the students reluctantly swallowed their poison.
Simon did the same. The moment the poison entered his throat, his throat and digestive system recoiled in horror, desperately trying to push the poison back up through his esophagus.
Every organ in his body seemed to cry out in unison: ‘This isn’t it,’ ‘This really isn’t it.’
“Anyone who spits or vomits on purpose gets their head stomped in.”
Seeing hesitant students, Byeol-Ya descended from the podium herself and began circling the hall.
Simon squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the poison he’d been holding in his mouth.
“……!”
His organs convulsed. The poison and the drug’s components battled within his body, causing welts and strange patterns to erupt across his skin.
“Wh, what is this!!”
“I, I can’t breathe……! Hack! Cough!”
Chaos erupted.
Merin slumped forward onto her desk, while Kamibarez couldn’t bring herself to swallow, trembling violently. One student laughed deliriously while muttering the names of his siblings.
“This is the process of building Antibodies in your bodies.”
Byeol-Ya spoke.
“Master just the poisons I provide in my class, and you’ll be equipped to handle virtually any poison. This is basic training—the absolute fundamentals.”
She explained, bracing one hand on her hip.
“What disgusts me most is seeing so-called Necromancers cowering at the mere thought of poison. They pour it into bottles and then their hands shake with fear. They wage chemical warfare to capture enemies, yet they dress in hazmat suits, wear metal masks, take antibiotics, and throw tantrums like fools. I want to tell such pathetic creatures to give up poison altogether.”
Her voice rose with the weight of a threat.
“If you’re going to use poison, at least become accustomed to it.”
Even as students collapsed at their desks and retched, Byeol-Ya pressed forward with the poison-drinking lesson.
The class was halfway through.
Drinking one set of poisons didn’t end it. After cleansing their bodies of residual toxins with a Purification Agent, the students had to consume the next poison.
Three sets total. Once students had finished all three, they could rest briefly before attending the standard textbook lecture led by an assistant.
Those who couldn’t finish had to remain for the entire period until they did.
“……Professor, I don’t think this is appropriate.”
Finally, a complaint surfaced.
On behalf of everyone, Claudia Menzies—Class A’s top Poison Scholar—lodged a direct protest.
“The very existence of a lesson where we ingest poison to become accustomed to it is questionable. We came here to learn Kizen’s great Poison Scholarship and Black Magic, not to undergo barbaric training like this.”
True to her station as the fearless heir of a high noble house, she deployed language that was rather cutting: “barbaric training.”
A few timid students nodded softly in agreement. The assistants paled and glanced nervously at Byeol-Ya, but she gestured with one finger as if to say, ‘Go on, keep talking.’
“And, moreover, I question the lesson’s very purpose.”
Claudia herself seemed nervous, yet she pressed on.
“Our true enemy is the Priest. You should be teaching us how to defeat Priests using Poison Scholarship, not how to acclimate our bodies to poison. I fail to see the logic.”
“Hey.”
Byeol-Ya smirked and thrust her head forward.
“So you’re Claudia? That little prodigy the assistants won’t stop praising as Class A’s finest. Let me ask you something. Do you think you’re smarter than Kizen’s Poison Scholarship professor?”
“No, of course not.”
Was she trying to crush her with authority?
Claudia felt somewhat disappointed but kept it hidden, lowering her head.
“No, not me. I’m talking about Raeng Straus, the Poison Magic professor. Can you honestly swear that when you grow up, you’ll become someone of his caliber?”
Though he’d been caught up in strange incidents toward the end of his career, Raeng Straus in his prime during his thirties was a legend among legends—credited with establishing numerous frameworks of Poison Magic and advancing the field by over two decades.
Claudia Menzies jerked her head up at the question, denying it with all her strength.
“No, no! I’m not even worthy of standing at his feet…….”
“That great man, the one all the Poison Scholars fawn over.”
Byeol-Ya flicked her tongue.
“He died from a Priest’s poison. You already forgot?”
In that instant, a chill swept through the entire classroom.
An enormously sensitive matter everyone desperately avoided mentioning. The students who had been listening frantically turned their heads away, pretending not to have heard, and the teaching assistants’ faces drained to ash.
“I suppose it makes sense that the Witch of Death sat me in this position while passing over all those other brilliant kids. ……Must’ve worn heavy on your conscience. Anything else to say?”
Claudia’s expression crumpled into despair as her head bowed.
“……No, ma’am.”
“Then eat up. One more whimper out of you and I’ll throw you out for real.”
She turned coldly and resumed the lesson. Now everyone concentrated on swallowing the poison without making a sound.
Class dragged on until finally, the students who had consumed all three poisons rose from their seats.
“Wow, seriously. I even saw my dead grandfather waving at me.”
In Team 7, it was Dick who finished first. Having finally eaten all three poisons, he staggered toward the adjacent lecture hall where the theory class was held.
And Simon, the icon of talent who had achieved superior results without any preliminary study, was——
‘…….’
Walking the line between life and death. Simon possessed no special talent for eating poison and tolerating it well. Of course, he had no such talent, and it was simply a matter of constitution.
“Hey, you alright?”
Byeol-Ya approached Simon directly, flashing her protruding teeth. Simon lifted his yellowed face.
“I’m, I’m fine.”
“One poison left. Hurry up and finish it, then go listen to that textbook class you all love.”
“Yes. But I have one question.”
Simon spoke quietly.
“How were these poisons and Immunization Drugs made? They don’t seem to be available on the market.”
Only someone who had observed Byeol-Ya’s eccentricities could ask such a question.
It was an unexpected question for Byeol-Ya as well; she paused briefly before bursting into loud, cackling laughter.
“Explaining that would be——”
Byeol-Ya flicked her tongue and undid the strap on her shoulder, exposing the bare skin of her arm. She placed her index finger on her skin and smiled wickedly once more.
“About three years too early for you lot. Want me to tell you anyway?”
“……I’m sorry. Please don’t tell us.”
Simon said this and swallowed the third poison. Byeol-Ya giggled, ruffled his hair, and walked away.
‘Ugh.’
The poison’s effects began to manifest. His consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
“Are, are you alright, Simon?”
Kamibarez, seated two desks away, spoke in a weakened voice. She had just cleared the second poison herself.
Simon answered through his fading consciousness.
“Hang in there, Kami…….”
For several minutes, he drifted in a dreamy haze. All manner of fantasies swirled through his mind.
Who am I. Where is this place.
Mother’s homemade tomato omelet tastes good.
Before humanity perishes, if we must teach language to monkeys, what should we teach them.
Ah, mad. This poison tastes like my dead skin.
They say one of an octopus’s legs is its reproductive organ. So what’s my Overlord then.
What flavor would my skin have.
“…….”
As his consciousness gradually became more diffuse, something strange suddenly stirred. His awareness returned, yet his body felt absent. His mind grew somewhat clearer, and a peculiar euphoria bubbled up.
A feeling that studying would go well.
Simon drifted for a time through seas of wild imagination.
“Simon! Simon!”
Kamibarez shook him. Simon raised himself with half-open eyes.
“Oh, thank goodness! Are you alright?”
She asked with worried eyes.
“……How long was I like that?”
“About a minute, I’d say?”
After swallowing the third poison, somehow he felt refreshed. His body felt lighter too. Simon rolled his shoulders easily.
Just then, a teaching assistant’s voice rang out.
“All students who have consumed the third poison, please move quickly to the adjacent lecture hall!”
“Ah, yes.”
Simon nodded, his expression turning sympathetic as he looked at Kamibarez.
“Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“Yes, I’ll be right back!”
She spoke with forced cheerfulness. Simon nodded in acknowledgment and slipped into the adjacent lecture hall.
“Now, please turn to the next page.”
There, a teaching assistant was diligently working through the textbook material.
“As you’ve likely heard, certain substances become toxic when consumed together—yet individually, each may pose no threat to the human body. However, when two components meet, some toxins can cause severe harm. In Poison Magic, we study such effects…… Ah, thank you for your patience. Please take any available seat.”
“Yes, excuse me.”
An entirely ordinary Poison Magic lecture. Originally, Byeol-Ya had intended to reshape the entire class to match her style, but Jane’s insistence on maintaining the curriculum had forced this compromise.
Simon sat down beside Merin and asked quietly.
“You all right?”
“…….”
She had pulled a paper bag over her head. Two eye holes were cut into it—crudely, apparently by her own hand.
“What in the world is that?”
When Simon reached toward the bag, she recoiled in alarm.
“Don’t look at me!!”
“?”
Gripping the bag firmly, she spoke in the quietest of voices, her cheeks flushing.
“……I broke out in hives. My face is hideous.”
Simon laughed and pointed to his own face.
“Mine’s just as bad.”
“No, shut up! I don’t want you to see!!”
She clung to the bag as if it were her last and final defense against the world.

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