Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 233

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School Episode 233
Simon passed through the open iron gate and moved toward the dungeon’s entrance.
Before long, a narrow, elongated corridor appeared. There were no traces of human passage, and he sensed no Dark Element.
Only the dungeon’s characteristic musty stench assaulted his nostrils. The whole passage was dark, making distant objects invisible, though nearby things came into focus clearly.
Simon advanced cautiously with each step.
Whoosh.
From somewhere ahead came a sound like a bowstring releasing. Simon stopped and fixed his gaze forward.
What approached was a pure white arrow.
‘A Holy Arrow?’
Then Pier’s voice reached him.
[Its power differs from ordinary Holy Arrows. Don’t block it—dodge!]
Simon twisted his head as instructed.
The pristine flash streaked past his eye. From arrowhead to fletching, every detail was visible.
The arrow that passed him embedded itself in the wall behind. The wall cracked with sharp sounds—the impact was considerable.
‘Now I understand what it feels like.’
[Khrkhrkhr! If you’ve got the sense of it, charge forward with everything you have!]
Simon grinned and launched himself straight ahead. This time came three release sounds in quick succession: twang, twang, twang.
‘The first one’s the same as before!’
He tilted his head back to evade the arrow aimed high, then immediately angled his body to slip past the middle shot. The final arrow aimed low—he cleared it by lifting his legs.
Simon’s expression grew serious as he regained his stance.
‘I didn’t even step on a trap, yet arrows keep coming. Is this test unrelated to trap disarming?’
The moment Simon took his next step with that thought, a metallic click echoed from the floor beneath him.
Without hesitation, Simon stepped on the Dark Element beneath him and launched into the air.
A cluster of metal spears suddenly shot up from the floor he’d just stepped on. The spearheads were coated with a violet liquid.
[Paralysis Poison! Get pricked and your limbs will seize within a minute—a trap designed to lock you in place for the arrows!]
‘Without Kizen uniforms, I can’t afford even a graze.’
Even suspended in the air, he couldn’t relax.
As Simon’s body descended toward the floor, the walls seemed to sense him. Light flickered, and a magical circle spread across the passage.
‘Damn!’
He couldn’t step into another trap here.
Simon calmly opened a pocket dimension and withdrew the long spear he’d recently purchased. He planted it in the floor and vaulted over it like a pole vault, just as flames erupted from the walls on both sides.
Whoooosh!
The scorching heat stung his face. Simon descended to the floor drenched in sweat, and immediately—
Click. Tick.
The block beneath him compressed inward.
‘How many traps are there in this place?’
Simon ran without pause. Metal spears erupted from the ground as arrows continued their barrage from ahead.
Click.
Tick.
Click-click-click.
Tick.
With each stride he triggered a trap. There were far more trap-tiles than safe ones.
At this rate—
‘It’ll be faster to just dodge them all than to waste time finding a pattern!’
Simon pushed off the ground and launched into a series of acrobatic evasions, fluidly weaving through the flying and erupting traps.
[Boy! Above!]
Simon instantly plastered his body flat against the floor. Whooooosh! A vicious spiked log swept overhead with a deadly whistle.
The moment the log reached the end of its pendulum arc, Simon rolled up and burst forward.
Click.
Tick.
Click-click-click.
Traps detonated in rapid succession.
‘Damn, this is brutal!’
Simon lost himself in the rhythm, evading the Holy Arrows as they came.
Now he was leaping over crimson lines that would trigger traps on contact—but one grazed his leg.
Screeeech!
Toxic mist sprayed from the ceiling, shrouding everything in haze.
Simon stopped immediately and unfurled the Mask Magic Circle he’d learned in his Poison Magic class, holding it to his mouth. Then he withdrew a flat piece of cotton from his pocket dimension and held it into the mist. The cotton darkened to brown as it absorbed the poisonous compounds.
‘Red Mushroom Spore Poison. The antidote is Myeongha Herb.’
It was a toxin he’d studied until he was sick of it in Poison Magic class.
Since Simon kept a generous supply of Myeongha Herb for practical use, he immediately retrieved two potion bottles from his subspace.
‘Pier! I need to compound an antidote, so cover the front for me!’
[Understood!]
Simon had now reached a level where he could dodge by simply listening to the whistle of incoming arrows and Pier’s callouts.
He set down a potion bottle while dodging in place, then poured aqueous solution over the Myeongha Herb and drank it directly. Deactivating the Mask Magic Circle, he strode into the poison mist with broad steps.
His throat and skin tingled slightly, but that was all.
[Kekeke! So you weren’t just sleeping through Poison Magic class!]
‘Of course not.’
There was nothing he enjoyed more than applying what he’d learned in class.
At the same time, a fleeting thought crossed his mind—if he fully mastered all of Byeol-Ya’s poison-eating lessons, wouldn’t he be able to walk through something like Red Mushroom Spore Poison without even needing to compound an antidote?
‘Almost there!’
Now he could see the red button in his field of vision that would take him to the next gate.
Until the very end, he wanted to reach it without carelessness, without taking a single hit.
Simon pulled two Skeletons from his subspace. They disassembled and clung to both his legs, transforming into the shape of Bone Boots.
‘All right, one more rhythm.’
He waited for an arrow to fly, and the moment he dodged it, he stomped on the dark element and charged forward.
A brilliant flash marked a trap trigger on the wall, and the floor sparked with clicking sounds as traps activated.
Simon kept running. The difficulty spiked near the end, and dangerous Holy Blades fired off frantically, but Simon felt no fear of holiness whatsoever.
He was only careful to dodge by tracking the trajectories, since the spectators mustn’t notice anything amiss—when suddenly the entire floor in front of him thrust upward, creating a wall.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
The front was blocked by a wall, and behind him came an enormous vibration followed by the sound of something rolling down. Unmistakably, a boulder-trap mechanism.
[Kahahaha! Better hurry or you’ll be crushed flat!]
Simon spun his body once in front of the wall, then added the power of the Bone Boots and struck it with a spinning heel kick, scraping it hard.
Crash-boom!
The wall shattered into fragments, and he dove through the gap.
[Fire trap right ahead!]
“Roger!”
Simon dodged the fire traps pressing in from all sides, planted his hands on the ground, and hoisted both legs up sharply.
As he kicked his feet forward in that position, the Bone Boots wrapped around them transformed back into Skeleton form and dashed ahead.
Distance to the button: ten meters.
Right here.
‘Go, Bare!’
Simon’s Absolute Command fell. The two Skeletons used Dash to break through the traps in one stroke, then stabbed the button with their swords.
Screeeech—
All the traps felt themselves deactivating. The boulder that had been rolling beyond the wall exploded as the internal explosives triggered, scattering into pieces.
Simon braced himself off the ground and breathed out heavily.
Crrrrrack!
The walls split left and right, and the gate to the next stage was opening.

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“Yaaaay!!”
The spectators who witnessed Simon’s performance erupted in fervent cheers.
While other students flinched at the incoming Holy Arrows or carefully spent time deciphering the trap patterns, the boy labeled as Special Exception #1 simply trampled through every trap and passed through—a scene that packed considerable impact.
“That’s right! That one! That one! He’s my favorite friend!”
Byeol-Ya, serving as commentator for the day, also banged the table and shouted.
The Announcer quickly seized the opportunity to get more material.
“And making that antidote on the spot like that! You must study Poison Magic quite diligently!”
“Pfft! No way! That bastard got a 60 on the Poison Magic midterm! He’s just a complete dumbass when it comes to studying!”
As Byeol-Ya laughed heartily, the Announcer chuckled along good-naturedly and posed another question.
“Then Professor, what aspect of Simon do you find appealing?”
“At first, I was just trying to recruit him as a direct disciple once I saw the Special Exception #1 title. But the more I see, the more I like him. His area’s similar to mine.”
You?
The Announcer almost let the words slip to the tip of his tongue, but he held back professionally and spoke instead.
“You mean that calm-looking boy?”
“Exactly! He has a very wild instinct! Especially, most of all!”
Byeol-Ya smiled, baring her triangular teeth.
“He’s damn individual, isn’t he!”

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Simon went on to challenge the second stage immediately.
Compared to the first stage, the overall difficulty had been upgraded significantly. The passages grew wider and more spacious, but the variety of traps had multiplied in kind.
More than anything, the traps didn’t activate when you stepped on them—they simply went off at random intervals, raining down without warning.
Holy Arrows, spears erupting from the floor, flames shot from the walls.
On top of that, Holy Whips lashed wildly, Holy Spears fell from the ceiling, and occasionally Exorcism even triggered.
‘Holy elements here too.’
Even in a test like this, Kizen’s malice in deliberately targeting a Necromancer’s deepest fears made Simon shake his head in disgust.
He rolled frantically across the ground, executed cartwheels, and scrambled along the ceiling. Once he’d entered, he couldn’t afford to stop.
And pretending to be hurt by the holy damage—that alone was exhausting.
When Simon charged forward to evade the barrage of Holy Arrows, the audience witnessing several pierce his body through the live feed let out sympathetic gasps in real time.
Simultaneously they showered him with praise for his unwavering spirit, but the truth was Simon remained completely unharmed.
“Huff, huff.”
He’d managed to get through it all. Since he’d never stopped moving, he’d actually cleared the second stage faster than the first.
‘… Ugh, there really were arrows that hit.’
Some of them had come flying with holy coating applied to them. Those hurt enough to make his lips quiver.
Simon squeezed his eyes shut and grasped the arrow deeply embedded in his thigh.
“Hng!”
Then he applied force. His thigh screamed in agony as a burning, searing pain flooded through it.
“Aaagh!”
It had lodged deeper than he’d expected. The pain radiated across his entire thigh, and one leg felt like it was burning alive.
Eventually Simon let go and gasped for breath.
Tears actually formed at the corners of his eyes—it hurt that much. He hadn’t realized that pulling it out would hurt worse than being struck by it.
[Of course you can’t just brute force it out!]
Pier chided him.
[You can use Darkness Enchantment, right?]
‘Yes. Not to Dick’s level, but I can manage the basics.’
[Apply a small amount of the Dark Element and coat just the surface of the arrow with it before pulling it out.]
Simon did exactly as Pier instructed. The moment he coated it with the Dark Element, it slid right out.
He poured a Potion over the wound to treat it. His head went dizzy from the relief.
Clink.
If this hadn’t been a test, he could’ve used Holiness to heal it cleanly, but Simon swallowed his regret and poured another recovery Potion over the wound.
Only then did the pain subside a little. Simon stared at the next obstacle visible through the gap in the opened wall.
The third stage had passages even larger than before. And there was nothing—only smooth surfaces. The bricks and walls had all been replaced with smooth material.
And at the very end of this passage, a red buzzer came into view.
But there were no obvious elements that suggested a trap had been installed.
Simon first summoned two Skeletons from his subspace and sent them ahead to scout. The Skeletons walked forward without any sense of caution.
They hadn’t made it far.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
Countless weapons erupted from the ceiling. The Skeletons’ bodies were buried instantly under a torrential deluge of armaments, disappearing from sight.
[Kahaha! This one’s no joke!]
‘You’re telling me.’
Simon opened his subspace with a tense expression.
What he pulled out was a Golem Core. Simon set the core on the ground and rolled up his sleeves.
‘No choice. I’m going to summon a Blood Golem right here.’

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