Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 234

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Summoning Genius at the Necromancer Academy — Episode 234
“Just as expected from a half-giant! Chatel Maer, the student with Special Privilege 3! He’s simply smashing through the traps barehanded!”
The excited crowd chanted Chatel’s name over and over. The announcer, caught up in the frenzy, turned to Byeol-Ya and spoke.
“Professor! Just like in the last exam, it’s an absolutely overwhelming display! It’s like watching a living, breathing war machine! What kind of Black Magic could that possibly be?”
“Idiot! That’s not Black Magic at all.”
Byeol-Ya propped her chin on her hand and let out a small laugh.
“That’s purely innate. The giant’s constitution—weapons don’t even leave a scratch on him. Watching families boast about Black Magic passed down through their bloodline is pathetic. That’s what real bloodline means—something like that.”
“Incredible! Is he truly one of us?! He’s pushing straight through and pressing the Red Buzzer! Chatel! The first to pass Stage 3!”
Stages 1 and 2 took some extra time as students worked their way through the trap-disarming, but the real spectacle lay in Stage 3.
Divorced from trap-disarming skills, it was a test of pure defensive capability and endurance—so every student came at it head-on.
“Oh! Speaking of which, student Merin Bilenne!”
The main screen in the spectator stands lit up with Merin’s image.
She had laid down magical circles at both her feet and was deploying a tactic of releasing torrents of ice while running along the ceiling.
The weapons meant to descend from above were obstructed by the ice she conjured, and in that window, Merin was racing through Stage 3 at astonishing speed.
“Oh! The deployment of Frost Magic from the Dark Element is extraordinary! It’s like witnessing the return of the age of grand magic! That is the Ivory Tower!”
“Pace is overextending.”
Byeol-Ya spoke flatly.
“She won’t sustain that for even two minutes. She’s dumping everything she has, thinking there’s nothing after this. She’ll collapse at Stage 4.”
“Is that so! Just as the professor says, let’s keep watching! Oh, here comes another student already! This time from a great draconic house no less than the Ivory Tower—Hector Moor!”
Hector, now entirely scaled over in a form resembling a young dragon, was scurrying along the ground at breakneck pace.
The Breath firing from his mouth pounded the ceiling repeatedly, destroying weapons before they could descend. He sent Skeletons to trigger the next traps, then unleashed Breath or Curses in alternating sequence.
“That’s well done.”
Byeol-Ya broke into a satisfied smile.
“He’s using Skeletons to locate the traps, alternating between Breath and the Corrosion Curse. It’s more efficient than Merin from before.”
“But Professor! Isn’t the core of this exam supposed to be defensive capability and endurance?”
“He’s the type who crushes his opponent through extreme offensive power. That approach is less efficient overall, but he can still achieve decent results in this exam.”
All the students were pushing through Stage 3, each tapping into their own specialties and individuality.
“But the student who conquered Stages 1 and 2 faster than anyone hasn’t moved a single step in Stage 3!”
With the announcer’s cry, Simon’s figure appeared on the main screen.
“He seems to be preparing some kind of Black Magic, and it’s already been thirty minutes! The other students have already surpassed him and moved on to Stage 4!”
The spectators who had bet on the Special Privilege 1 student booed and jeered. The announcer turned to Byeol-Ya in confusion.
“Professor! How do you assess such a move?”
Byeol-Ya, who had been watching Simon’s preparation with an oddly blank expression, pouted her lips slightly as she spoke.
“He’ll figure it out and do just fine. That one always does.”
“Pardon?”
“Move on to the next one!”

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Simon gasped for breath. He was already aware that thirty minutes had passed.
‘Professor Aaron was right.’
When Aaron had taught him the new Blood Golem technique, he’d advised that Simon seal it away until he reached his second year.
His reasons were that it consumed far too much time and drained stamina at an alarming rate.
Aaron had warned that as things stood, the caster might collapse the moment the technique was completed.
But.
‘Among all the Black Magic I possess, there’s no better technique for this situation than the Blood Golem.’
Simon made the bold decision to deploy the Blood Golem technique he’d learned in his elemental studies in actual combat.
As blood drained steadily from his body and dizziness crept in, he drew out a Blood Potion—the kind Hematology majors swore by—and brought the bottle to his lips. Already his fifth one.
Pier was watching Simon quietly.
‘This one has a tendency to push himself recklessly.’
Yet for all his risky moves, he’d never once failed until now. Everything had succeeded, and sometimes he’d even worked miracles. But this time, with stamina being directly consumed, he’d finally hit a wall of reality.
Whether Simon would now taste his first failure, or whether he’d overcome even this—it all came down to what Simon chose to do.
‘Huff. Huff.’
Simon’s vision spun. Even drinking the Blood Potion was reaching its limit now; his body couldn’t endure much more.
‘This won’t work.’
Simon staggered and pressed his forehead with his palm.
‘This won’t do.’
Crash!
Simon shattered Walter’s Magical Circle that he’d been maintaining in his right hand. And he unfurled a new magical circle.
‘I know how dangerous it is to interfere with a magical circle on the fly. But if I fear the risk, I can’t change anything.’

Just like I shaped the Exgust with a twisted direction in that last Curse Studies lesson, I decided to modify the Magic Circle this time.
The theory isn’t difficult. Walter’s Cloud Control Magic Circle uses Dark Element and blood in a 4:6 ratio.
I’d change that ratio. Dark Element to blood, 6:4 instead. If I had confidence in Cloud Control, I didn’t strictly need to follow the proportions Walter had set.
‘I’ve already formed the core and the frame! Just the outer surface left……!’
Simon’s ecosystem unfolded in a new configuration.
‘Lighter!’
The Cloud that took shape this way was pale in color, stickier, damper. The Golem’s feet and legs formed, but they sagged so much it didn’t look like it could walk easily.
But this was enough.
‘I’m not trying to break through with a Blood Golem.’
At last, enough Cloud covered the Golem’s core and Black Magic activated. A magnificent three-meter-tall Golem rose to its feet.
It was a monster brimming with the spiral patterns of a snail, turquoise liquid rippling across its surface. An emerald-hued Golem—different from the bright crimson Blood Golem people imagined.
Now for the finishing touch. I inscribed on my own chest the exact same Magic Circle that had been drawn on the Golem’s core.
Shrieeeeeek!
The two Magic Circles began to synchronize. I exhaled slowly, seeing the difficulty of Stage 3.
[So you chose to twist away from the original approach!]
Pier’s avatar smirked.
[The plan was originally for you to endure attacks with the Blood Golem, then switch tactics midway through. What are you thinking now?]
‘From start to finish.’
Simon uncapped his last Blood Potion and downed it in one gulp, then fixed his gaze forward.
‘I’ll run on my own feet.’
Kahahahahaha!
Pier’s enormous laughter erupted inside Simon’s mind.
[Exactly! Out of every human I’ve ever met, you’re the most insane!]

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“Ah, remarkable! Malcolm Randolph, our Privilege 10 student! Your control in dispersing weapons using Doppelgangers was impressive!”
The Announcer shouted with fervent excitement. Byeol-Ya, sitting beside him, nodded with a satisfied expression.
“I thought that was a fixed-form Magic Circle, is that right? Yeah, it is. But he modified it himself so he could carry it while running. That kid’s got some hidden genius.”
The Announcer nodded and brought up the topic of Malcolm.
“However, recently he stirred up controversy by using a Liquid Bomb in a Duel Evaluation against our Privilege 1 student! Apparently all those unsolved explosion incidents that the Randolph Gang had been denying are now being reinvestigated! What’s your take on this, Professor?”
Byeol-Ya burst out laughing.
“Really? If that’s true, the kid completely sold out his own father! If he makes it this far and doesn’t graduate from Kizen, he’s going to get beaten to a pulp!”
“Ah, the moment I mention it! That Privilege 1 student who’s been frozen for thirty minutes—he’s starting to move again!”
The main screen flickered back to Simon. He, who had finally managed to create the turquoise Golem, suddenly started running forward on both feet.
“What! After spending thirty minutes to create the Golem, Simon Polentia just abandons it and charges toward Stage 3 alone!”
The Announcer sprang up excitedly. The crowd began to buzz with murmurs.
“Did the Summoning fail, so he’s just charging in bare-handed? He’s been using Blood Flow Magic and suffered massive stamina drain already! If he just leaves this behind, what an enormous waste of time, stamina, and Dark Element! Professor, what do you make of this?”
Byeol-Ya shook her head.
“I don’t know much about Summoning Studies. Going only by what we see, he failed to create the Golem he wanted. So he’s abandoning his attachment and charging through bare-handed. That’s how it looks.”
“Only by what we see—you said that! So does Simon have some other trick up his sleeve?”
“Yeah, that kid’s sharp. I’d say he’s got something in mind.”
Tap-tap-tap!
Simon raced frantically, dodging hundreds of weapons descending from the ceiling.
As Dark Element began to drip from Simon’s body, the Announcer cried out.
“Ah! Dark Matter Manifestation! If he can use such an advanced Martial Magic technique, wouldn’t it have been better to just use Dark Matter Manifestation from the start and break through?”
“That makes no sense whatsoever.”
At Byeol-Ya’s sharp observation, the Announcer looked flustered.
“Didn’t you see what happened to the Martial Magic kids earlier? The ones trying to overwhelm with speed eventually got caught by the weapons and fell. The ones who reinforced their bodies or imitated the Blackness Robe made it through. Speed alone can never pierce Stage 3. That’s the trap it was designed as.”
Thud!
Before Byeol-Ya finished speaking, a dull impact sound erupted from the screen. All eyes in the crowd turned to the main screen.
“……!”
A spear had flown into Simon’s shoulder and lodged there. Shocked cries erupted from all around.
“It’s over.”
“Something felt off from when he made the Golem.”
“For a Privilege 1 student, he was way too ordinary.”
Yet Simon clenched his teeth and started running with the spear still embedded in him. After a few more strides, two arrows flew in and pierced his legs.
“Ouch, that’s gotta hurt.”
“It’s really over now.”
“Just disqualify him! Are we going to kill a kid during the exam?”
Amid the confused cries from the crowd, Simon kept running.
Slashed by swords, pierced by arrows, struck across the head by a mace. Blood streamed down his forehead, yet his feet never stopped moving.
It’s over.
Now it’s finished.
There’s no way he’s getting up from this.
Amid the torrential mockery, pessimism, and sneer, Simon stood tall and kept charging forward. He had betrayed the crowd’s expectations countless times—expectations that he would finally collapse.
Gradually the arena fell silent, and even the talkative Announcer could no longer form words, his mouth hanging open.
“…Why.”
In the silence, a single voice spoke softly.
“Why won’t that bastard go down?”
The mood surrounding Simon was shifting, moment by moment.
“Exactly. Exactly.”
Byeol-Ya had already leaned forward in her seat, wearing an expression of deep satisfaction.
“A Necromancer would never step onto the battlefield without some insurance.”
Thud!
Crack!
Slam!
A trap that inevitably catches even the fastest fighter—several hits are guaranteed. That Simon, now visibly exhausted, would have to let some blows land was only natural.
But he doesn’t fall.
He refuses to give up entirely.
Simon charged forward, absorbing the attacks with his entire body.
“Oh! Ohhh!”
“Go! Keep going!”
Simon was proving it through action. The mockery and sneers vanished, replaced by mounting excitement.
“He’s moving again!”
“Waaaaaah!”
“He’s mad! He absolutely will not go down!”
The crowd, now identifying with Simon, cheered him on. Everyone’s heart pounded as their voices rose higher.
At last, finally.
Beeeeeep!
Drenched in blood, Simon had finally pressed the Red Buzzer that led to Stage 4.
Simon stood there still intact, countless weapons hanging from his body.
As the crowd stared in disbelief, Simon’s face appeared in close-up on the screen.
He was smiling.
He clenched his fist and thrust it powerfully above his head.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
As if waiting for this moment, explosive cheers erupted from all sides.
A clear that truly etched itself into the minds of all present.

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