Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 253

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School, Chapter 253
The next morning. A new routine began.
The first class was Jane’s Beginner Black Magic session, and her BMAT feedback proved as ruthless as she’d warned.
She worked through the students one by one, pinpointing every flaw that needed correction.
And Simon’s point of critique was, predictably, the thirty-minute summoning time for the Blood Golem. But Jane went beyond mere criticism—she taught him how to simplify the formula and trained him in new Blood Magic techniques. Every word was flesh and bone, practical wisdom earned through sweat.
After the feedback session concluded, Jane moved locations. The Class A students relocated to the nearby Indoor Training Ground.
“Practical training all of a sudden? What lesson is she planning?”
“No idea.”
Most of the students were tense after hearing the theme of the BMAT Third Exam, so the class atmosphere was better than usual.
“All right.”
Jane stepped forward and opened her mouth.
“Today we’ll study how to strengthen Magic Circle Binding.”
“!”
The four members of Team 7 exchanged meaningful glances.
Following the instructors’ direction, the students stood at a fixed distance from one another, then waited with the basic Black Arrow Magic Circle deployed.
Then one instructor summoned a black wind created through Black Magic.
Whiiiiiiine!
“Ugh!”
“I can’t see anything ahead!”
Like being dropped into the heart of a black sandstorm.
Fortunately, the students themselves were fine and their eyes didn’t sting at all, but the Magic Circles they held were another matter.
Exposed to the black wind pressure, the Magic Circles began to crack, then shattered completely. Cracks echoed across the ground in rapid succession—ping, ping, ping.
When the wind cleared, not a single student in Class A had maintained their Magic Circle.
“Harder than it looks.”
“I thought at least one person would hold on.”
Some students exchanged rueful comments.
“Maybe this BMAT is about wind or flight?”
“Yeah, that makes sense!”
Occasionally there were students whose intel came in too late, leading them completely astray. Hearing that remark, a nearby student chuckled and poked Simon’s elbow repeatedly.
“Pay attention.”
Jane stepped forward again.
“There’s no need to be disappointed. Everyone failed, so you’re all starting from equal footing. Now, let me explain the three elements of Magic Circle Binding.”
Simon and all the other students perked up their ears and listened.
Base.
Binding Formula.
Ecosystem.
She explained that if even one of these three elements was lacking, the Magic Circle would inevitably collapse.
“Try to recall exactly how your Magic Circles were destroyed just now.”
She drew Magic Circles directly on a movable blackboard as she spoke.
“If your Magic Circle was destroyed from the outside in, it’s likely your ‘Base’ was flawed in its defensive design. The Base is the ultimate protective measure enveloping a Magic Circle.”
“If it collapsed from the inside, it’s a Binding issue. The quickest way to solve it is to add Binding Formulas within the Magic Circle itself. However, you must sacrifice something—attack power, output, casting speed, or something else.”
“Sometimes everything else is fine but specific formulas malfunction. In that case, you should suspect whether the connections between formulas are properly established. A Magic Circle with what we call a ‘healthy ecosystem’ simply doesn’t crumble easily.”
To put Jane’s lesson simply: it felt like following a narrative so tightly woven from beginning to end, with not the slightest gap, that the structure itself was flawless.
She divided the students into three categories and prescribed a treatment for each.
After the students reinforced their weak points, the instructor summoned the black wind again, and six students succeeded. The ones who failed each had a shortcoming in one of the three elements.
After the next prescription was given and the wind rose again, this time a full twenty-five students succeeded.
Then on the fourth attempt.
“We did it!!”
All of Class A, including Simon, succeeded.
From total failure to perfect success without a single person left behind. Her teaching was pure magic. The students buzzed with exhilaration, trading excited remarks.
“That’s what a real class is!”
“Whatever else, we’re blessed to have her as our instructor.”
After finishing the training ground practice, they returned to the Lecture Hall. There, she provided theoretical guidance as well.
Her explanations especially included a section on ‘formula modification,’ which proved invaluable to Simon too.
‘I need to refine the Blood Golem and Black Torpedo a bit more.’
As he listened, ideas for cutting down that thirty-minute casting time erupted in his mind. He wanted to rush outside right then and revise his Magic Circles, and prepare the ones he’d deploy at the Sea.
And so.
“Thank you for your hard work!”
Jane’s class, which had filled the entire morning, came to an end.
She and the instructors left the Lecture Hall like the wind, briefcases in hand, while the students chattered busily as they gathered their things.
“That was incredible! Jane really should be teaching Dark Reversal Magic!”
Merin spoke with an excited face, still riding the high of the lecture.
Dick, who was stuffing a textbook into his bag, let out a snicker.
“Oh, that comment you just made! Are you dissing Professor Eric? You should say it all~”
“I never did!!”
Merin bristled and swung her textbook around; Dick quickly lowered his stance and dodged.
“No, wait! Please don’t fight!”
Kamibarez cried out in alarm. Simon took it in stride and turned to her.
“Kamibarez, do you know what the next class is?”
“Yes. Poison Magic!”
At those words, Merin’s face twisted in distaste.
“The first and second periods are complete opposites.”
“Tell me about it.”
As everyone chattered and tried to leave the Lecture Hall,
Clap! Clap!
“Hey, everyone! Sorry, but could I have your attention for a moment?”
A female student stepped forward to the podium, her voice loud enough to draw all eyes to her.
Her braided hair hung gracefully around her shoulders. Her name was Claudia Menges—Class A’s most promising Poison Magic student.
At her call, students who had been heading out of the Lecture Hall stopped in their tracks, wondering what this was about.
“As you all know, the next class is Poison Magic.”
She looked visibly tense.
Friends standing behind her called out words of encouragement, and she nodded with a forced smile before continuing.
“Our newly appointed Professor Byeol-Ya has been forcing students to ingest poison—subjecting us to an extremely painful and barbaric class.”
Simon’s eyes widened as he listened.
‘Wait, what did she just say?’
Other students murmured in surprise as well.
It was true that students whispered complaints about Professor Byeol-Ya behind her back, but no one had ever aired such grievances so openly in front of everyone.
“Frankly, I don’t even think it qualifies as a class.”
Claudia seemed determined, steadily raising the intensity of her remarks.
“I actually think Professor Rang’s time was better. At least then we learned something, but all we’ve learned in Professor Byeol-Ya’s class is that poison makes you sick. Vomiting, nausea, damaged skin, and it even affects our condition for the next class. You all know it, right?”
Students swallowed hard. While the intensity of her words was striking, most of what she said resonated with them.
She struck the desk sharply with her palm.
“Some students have had existing illnesses worsen! Some are stuck in the Infirmary and taking hits to their grades! This really isn’t right…….”
“Hold it.”
A voice suddenly cut her off.
That single word draped the Class A Lecture Hall in a heavy silence.
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
A boy in the very back row—a hulking student with a frame like a towering hilltop—made his presence felt.
“Blocking people from leaving and making a scene?”
It was Hector.
Claudia’s face turned rigid at this unexpected pushback from Class A’s true power broker. His faction, who had been deeply sympathizing with her speech, swiftly changed their expressions.
“Yeah! Who does she think she is? Ridiculous.”
“I never liked her anyway.”
A hostile atmosphere formed around Hector.
Claudia’s lips trembled with fear, but she managed to muster a painful smile and spoke.
“I’m, I’m sorry, Hector. I was just…….”
“So what the hell is your actual point?”
Fortunately, it seemed he wasn’t trying to silence her—he was willing to listen.
Emboldened by this, Claudia spoke with a serious expression.
“I’m planning to boycott Professor Byeol-Ya’s class.”
Murmur, murmur, murmur!
The entire Lecture Hall erupted into noise at this shocking declaration.
Students boycotting a Kizen professor’s class—something that was thought to be sacred ground! Nobody had ever imagined such a thing.
“I want to be clear: this boycott isn’t a decision I made alone.”
As the Lecture Hall grew restless, Claudia raised her voice even higher.
“Students from other classes who take Professor Byeol-Ya’s class have all agreed to join forces. Starting today, we’re boycotting the poison-ingestion class, and naturally, I think our Class A needs to move as well.”
A large-scale class refusal movement coordinated across multiple classes! The situation was spiraling beyond control.
“Of course, we’re not trying to force Professor Byeol-Ya to retire. If she stops the bizarre class where she feeds students poison and instead conducts lessons based on textbooks and scholarship, we’re willing to call off the boycott immediately. Until then, we’ll refuse to attend class, stage protests in front of the Poison Studies Building, and fight.”
Claudia’s friends moved quickly, placing petition documents and quill pens in front of the students. A female student approached Simon and set down a document before saying “we’re counting on you” and leaving.
Simon scanned the document with his eyes.

The petition spelled out every eccentricity she committed, and beyond that, it detailed her clothing problems, her attitude issues, and the verbal abuse she hurled at students.
“This is a fight to reclaim our basic rights as students.”
Claudia emphasized the point.
“If you agree, sign it. Each and every one of you will make a real difference.”
Screech!
Hector shoved his chair back and hoisted his mountain of a frame to his feet.
“I can’t support this nonsense.”
He turned his back and left the Lecture Hall, his faction trailing behind him like a parade.
Claudia, who’d been watching with a hardened jaw, raised her voice even louder the moment he was gone.
“Please! I really think it’s time we put an end to Professor Byeol-Ya’s outrages ourselves!”
But Hector’s quick exit actually worked in Claudia’s favor.
The students who’d been watching Hector’s lead began signing rapidly. Caught up in the momentum, a few others picked up the quill pen as well.
“I’ll sign, but I can’t join the boycott.”
A male student handed her the petition document while speaking.
“I don’t want to get on Kizen’s bad side.”
“Oh, of course I understand. Thanks for signing anyway. If you change your mind, just let me know anytime.”
By the numbers, it looked like over thirty percent of Class A had signed. Simon was still reading through the document and deliberating when suddenly the area beside him grew loud.
Sindy Vivache and Claudia were arguing.
“I’m not doing it.”
Sindy refused coldly, and Claudia’s expression twisted with hurt.
“Sindy! I really trusted you! How could you do this to me? You even showed me your Poison Magic notes before!”
“I’m not interested.”
Sindy dragged her chair back and stood up.
“You were taking the class fine and quiet all this time—why are you doing this now?”
“Why am I doing this now! It’s because……”
“Let me be blunt.”
Sindy grabbed the outer robe that had been hanging on her chair and slung it over her shoulder.
“You call it a whole-class boycott, but really you’re just manipulating the Poison Specialists from each class and stirring them up, aren’t you?”
Poison Specialist was slang used among Kizen students to belittle those who aspired to Poison Magic.
Claudia’s face went rigid.
“And look—your Poison Specialists’ rankings dropped like a stone in the recent BMAT Second Exam. You’ve been whining about it the whole Period Assessment cycle. Every other professor looks after their own students, but ours just forces poison down our throats regardless of the BMAT.”
“Hey! That’s not related! Your words are going too far……!”
“While I’m at it, I’ll finish what I have to say.”
Sindy shrugged.
“I’m not taking Poison Magic anyway, so it doesn’t concern me. And if what you’re saying is true, I hope Professor Byeol-Ya keeps holding back those Poison Specialists even harder. Kizen is a cutthroat arena, after all—if someone else’s misfortune raises my survival rate, then so be it.”
She glanced around at the Class A students as she spoke.
“Think like true Kizen students, everyone. Come on.”
Sindy and her team members left the Lecture Hall.
Claudia glared at Sindy with burning eyes.
“……I’m cutting ties with you forever, Sindy.”
At that, Sindy turned back and laughed sharply.
“You can’t cut ties with someone you were never close to in the first place.”
So while there were students who agreed that Professor Byeol-Ya’s Poison Magic classes were unbearably painful, there were others like Sindy Vivache who actively sought to hold back the Poison Magic students.
It would have been enough to discourage anyone, but Claudia was spurred on by spite, working all the harder.
And this time.
“Simon!”
She approached his desk.
“Please! This is about us reclaiming our basic rights as students. If you, the Special Exception Number One, join the boycott, it would really mean so much!”
Simon, who had been staring quietly at the petition document, slowly closed his eyes.
……
After a moment, his mouth opened.

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