Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 232

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Summoning Genius of Necromancer School, Episode 232
Four days passed faster than light.
The day of the exam arrived.
Murmur, murmur, murmur.
Once again, a massive stage had been erected extending from the entrance of Kizen, and countless visitors had come to Rocksum. Regardless of class or nationality, anyone who could properly prove their identity was granted entry.
At last, today, the second exam of the comprehensive Dark Magic evaluation BMAT would begin, with all 898 first-year students of Kizen participating.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for your patience!”
The same flamboyantly dressed emcee from the opening ceremony was shouting into an Amplification Crystal.
“I’m delighted to see you again! I’m Konrad Hayabon, and I’ll be hosting this second BMAT examination!”
The audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and the emcee bowed gracefully in return.
“The BMAT is renowned for its brutal difficulty! But Kizen students have honed their talents and prepared for this very day! Will a new star emerge from this exam to shake the entire continent? Please stay with us until the very end!”
The emcee’s gaze shifted to the side.
“And now, I’d like to invite one of the Kizen professors to assist me in providing commentary for this exam!”
Thump, thump.
Gasps of astonishment came from all around.
A woman wrapped in elastic black bandages from her legs to her chest, with a thin jacket draped over them, walked into view.
People were startled by the unusual attire, but given Kizen’s notorious reputation for eccentrics, they let it pass.
“Give it here.”
The woman approached the emcee’s side and simply snatched away the Amplification Crystal he’d been using.
The emcee, embarrassed at her rudeness, awkwardly brought the new crystal she’d handed him to his mouth and forced his discomfort into a smile.
“Well, Professor! A brief introduction, per—”
“I’m Byeol-Ya!!”
Clang, clang!
The deafening volume of her voice made the audience cover their ears.
“I hear a lot of parents came this time? I’m the one teaching your brats Poison Magic, and let me tell you, it’s a complete mess! You should actually raise your children properly before sending them to Kizen! All these tiny things, their heads swollen with attitude, constantly rebelling—ugh!”
“Ahahaha! My apologies!”
The emcee panicked and covered Byeol-Ya’s mouth with his hand.
But the moment his palm touched her, he felt a sharp, burning pain and yelped, yanking his hand back.
“Hey, watch where you’re grabbing. Get it wrong and you’ll seriously bite the dust, buddy.”
Byeol-Ya glared as she spoke. The emcee swallowed his tears in silence, not letting the pain show.
In fact, Vice-Chancellor Jane had been scheduled to host this second exam. But Neftis suddenly interfered, took Jane away, and appointed someone else as a judge instead.
When asked why, she said this:
-It’s fun!
Fun, my foot! The emcee grabbed his head. How was he supposed to host with this crazy woman, no matter how much of a veteran he was?
How could he manage it?
“You there, lady! What are you staring at?”
Now she was trying to pick a fight with the audience.
The alarmed emcee stepped in to stop her and quickly threw out a question.
“My, Professor! Your attire is absolutely stunning!”
“So you do have taste?”
Byeol-Ya grinned, showing off her jagged, triangular teeth.
It was Byeol-Ya’s new uniform. Originally, she’d intended to take the stage in her characteristic tattered garb, but the coordinators had been horrified and talked her out of it.
Byeol-Ya, who naturally secreted poison from her body, would reduce any normal clothes to tatters in short order. That’s how her habit of layering clothes on top of each other had begun.
But this Bandage Artifact released the poison outward harmlessly, and the bandages regenerated themselves whenever damaged.
The coordinators had even had her wear a black outer jacket emblazoned with the Kizen crest over the bandages, and Byeol-Ya herself seemed to think their efforts were commendable enough to allow it. Already riddled with holes, though it was.
“Well! Now, let me escort you to your seat!”
The emcee desperately kept talking to ensure Byeol-Ya wouldn’t start fighting with the audience, guiding her to the broadcast booth.
She dropped into the chair with a heavy thud, then stretched her legs out and slammed them onto the table with a bang.
“Hahahaha! Your sideburns are hilarious! Are they lightning-shaped?”
Byeol-Ya giggled and tugged at the emcee’s sideburns. He forced an ingratiating laugh and played along as if it were a planned bit, but inside, tears were flowing.
‘Nellie, my dear. This is how I earn my daily bread.’
Still, he was a professional. He deftly controlled his emotions and delivered his lines with a smile.
“Now, Professor! Why don’t you explain this exam for us?”
“Right, of course!”
Byeol-Ya raised her arm and snapped her fingers sharply.
“Show the screens!”
Whoosh!
Countless Mana Screens unfurled above her head. What looked simple on the surface required dozens of assistants below the stage to sweat profusely as they repositioned the Mana Projectors.
“This BMAT exam’s theme is dungeon exploration!”
All the screens displayed the image of a dark Underground Dungeon.
Flying arrows, spikes shooting up from the floor, massive boulders tumbling down—the audience gasped in horror as a spiked log came crashing down from above in one piece.
“The Underground Dungeon is fitted with all manner of horrific traps! Students must overcome these obstacles on their own. Four levels in total.”
The announcer quickly picked up the thread.
“Then this exam will require careful thinking and deductive reasoning to navigate the traps safely, yes?”
“That’s true for levels one and two. But honestly, most of the traps here are designed to go off no matter what.”
“They’re designed to go off no matter what? What do you mean by that?”
Byeol-Ya grinned, folding her arms across her chest.
“Show them level three.”
The screen shifted, revealing nothing but an empty, barren space.
“This… this is a trap?”
“That’s right.”
A single Skeleton stood alone on the screen, and at the Necromancer’s command, it bolted forward.
The moment it crossed the red boundary line—
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!
Hundreds of blades erupted from all directions, embedding themselves in the ground. The Skeleton ran frantically, only to be impaled on a spike, and then buried under an avalanche of falling weapons.
People throughout the crowd gasped or covered their mouths in shock.
“Something like that?”
Byeol-Ya shrugged.
The announcer was caught off-guard—the intensity was far worse than what had been conveyed to him earlier, and his mouth fell open.
“Surely… you’re not actually putting students into a place like that?”
“Oh, but I am. And without the Kizen School Uniform too—completely naked.”
A roar erupted from every corner of the gallery. Some parents shrieked, calling out their children’s names in panic.
“It’s too late for that! All the kids have signed the Physical Release Forms and they’re waiting in the Waiting Room right now. Just cheer them on enthusiastically.”
At that moment, a portly nobleman shouted at Byeol-Ya.
“This, this is barbaric! It has nothing to do with education! Get my son out of there this instant!”
“That’s right! This is going too far!”
As several aristocratic parents protested, Byeol-Ya extended her middle finger in their direction.
“Shut your trap and sit down.”
The crowd itself was shocked by her outrageous behavior.
“Before school started, Kizen sent letters to all the parents explaining that this is a Semi-wartime Curriculum, that it’s going to be damn hard, and so on and so forth. In any case, we told you everything, and you all agreed.”
“But, but…! We didn’t think it would be this severe!”
“You didn’t know? Didn’t know? Of course—all you ever wanted was to brag around the neighborhood about how your kids attend Kizen. You don’t give a damn what hardships your children have to endure, do you? You’re not fit to be parents.”
The man’s face flushed crimson as his lips trembled. The announcer tried to intervene in horror, but Byeol-Ya drove her point home with one final jab.
“And another thing—this isn’t some joke. All the safety measures are in place, so just shut your mouth and watch. More importantly, before they’re your children, they’re Necromancers of Kizen.”
The parents with real understanding stood composed, observing the situation calmly. They knew all too well that Kizen had always operated this way.
“We’ve wasted enough time.”
Byeol-Ya rested her arm against the back of her head.
“Let’s proceed.”

* * *
Simon had emerged at dawn and, following the teaching assistants’ instructions, moved via Teleportation Magic Circle. From there, the entire student body teleported together.
After that, they teleported a couple more times, and at one point his eyes were blindfolded with a headband as he was moved.
Shortly after, when told to remove the blindfold, Simon unwrapped it and looked around to find himself in some kind of gloomy underground chamber with a single lightbulb hanging overhead. When he ran his palm across the walls, they felt ancient.
And in front of him stood an iron gate. It was a mechanism that couldn’t be broken by sheer force, and Dark Magic had been layered on top of it—presumably to prevent Summoning Studies students from escaping.
‘At least they gave us the theme we were all expecting.’
The place reeked of dungeon through and through.
Simon hadn’t studied Trap Disarm or other treasure hunter knowledge separately. He’d devoted all his time to perfecting the new techniques he’d recently acquired.
‘Now that I’m here, I’m kind of wishing I’d studied that stuff.’
[Ha ha ha! There’s no time for such trivial tricks, boy!]
Pier’s voice came from his pocket—a new avatar that had been modified so Magnus wouldn’t detect it.
[In the end, everything comes down to skill! Trust in the efforts you’ve made so far!]
‘Yes, Pier. But more than that, I’m so glad we can be together again!’
[Khe he he he!]
Until now, there had been a lingering sense of emptiness, but having Pier join him again felt reassuring—good company, good conversation.
Simon settled down to wait, and soon after, a broadcast echoed from the ceiling of the cell.
-We are broadcasting from Command. We will now explain the rules for the 2nd Comprehensive Black Magic Evaluation.
At those words, Simon jumped to his feet, ears perked. The Mana Projector in the ceiling activated, displaying a screen on the front wall.
-The object displayed on screen is your final objective to destroy.
The final objective was a Holy Grail resting on an ornate display stand. It seemed designed to echo the upcoming match against the Priest of Efnel—apparently tasking them with destroying Efnel’s Holy Grail.
-Of course, the journey to destroy the Holy Grail will be perilous. If you overcome numerous obstacles and destroy the Holy Grail, the exam concludes. Your rank will be determined by the time you destroy it. Next is the button that will open the door.
A red buzzer came into view, mounted on the wall of the screen.
-Pressing this buzzer will open the door to the next area. That concludes the briefing. Good luck.
[Hmm. Is that really all the explanation we get?]
‘Pretty straightforward.’
Press the buzzer, the door opens. Keep advancing that way, destroy the Holy Grail, and it’s over.
As always, the rules were simple—but that didn’t make the test itself any easier.
‘What bothers me is not having Kizen uniforms.’
Simon and every other student had been given nothing but athletic wear, unadorned by any protective magic. Compared to the first semester’s curriculum, the overall difficulty had clearly ramped up considerably.
-The examination will now begin.
With a grinding sound, the iron gate blocking the path ahead began to rise.
‘All right.’
Simon steeled himself and moved toward the opening gate.
‘Let’s do this.’

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