Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 264

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 264
That night.
The Poison Magic teaching assistants bustled about with unusual urgency.
After securing permission from the Dormitory administration, they sought out each student participating in the boycott and delivered Byeol-Ya’s message in person.
“Professor Byeol-Ya has something she’d like to tell you directly.”
Of course, word reached Claudia as well. She summoned all the students from each class participating in the boycott to gather in front of the Dormitory.
“What are you going to do, Claudia?”
A male student with a large patch of stapled hair spoke with obvious displeasure.
“BMAT’s barely around the corner anyway. Let’s just ignore her.”
“Right. She should be apologizing, not sending assistants to summon us like this. It’s still treating us like we’re beneath her.”
Several students had moved beyond simply condemning Byeol-Ya’s classes—they now saw her as an ‘enemy’ to be defeated.
“Let’s go.”
But Claudia, the de facto leader, shook her head.
“If there’s been a change in Professor Byeol-Ya’s heart, there’s no reason for us not to hear her out.”
The other students nodded in agreement.
“But if she just talks nonsense or insists on continuing the poison-eating classes, we walk out. No more listening.”
“Right.”
“That’s fair.”
Claudia’s expression hardened slightly. She’d believed herself the most passionate about the boycott, yet somewhere along the way, ordinary students had become far more extreme.
She needed to temper them somewhat.
“Listen carefully. Our goal isn’t Professor Byeol-Ya’s retirement. It’s to stop the poison-eating classes and guarantee students’ basic rights. Nothing more, nothing less.”
With that, Claudia and the students made their way to the location the assistants had indicated.
It was the Research Building, positioned in a remote corner of the Kizen Campus Grounds. They descended a dark, dusty staircase into the basement.
“This place feels suffocating.”
The basement was empty, bare and echoing.
“In any case, she’s clearly trying to seize the initiative.”
Claudia placed a finger to her lips, as if asking the others to settle down.
Shortly after, footsteps sounded from above, and Byeol-Ya descended into the basement with her assistants.
……
The students watched her with eyes sharp with tension. She finally stepped forward, and the assistants lined up in a single file behind her.
“Is everyone here?”
Byeol-Ya spoke. Claudia, the representative among the students, stepped forward by one pace.
“Yes, we’re all assembled. I understand you have something to tell us. Professor.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Byeol-Ya answered in a drawling voice. Claudia struck first.
“Will you stop forcing students to consume poison in your classes?”
“Am I insane?”
The students’ expressions darkened immediately.
Claudia was taken aback, but she composed herself and continued the conversation calmly.
“Then what was the reason for calling us here?”
Byeol-Ya scratched her bristly reddish-brown hair with her fingers.
“Someone asked me to do it.”
“What?”
“Said I should talk things over with all of you.”
She circled around aimlessly, hands clasped behind her back, speaking in riddles.
“The more I think about it, the funnier it gets. I said I’d grant any favor, and now here I am, arranging this meeting for a stranger I have nothing to do with.”
Byeol-Ya was beginning to develop quite a fondness for Simon.
“…I’m not sure what you mean, Professor.”
“You brats don’t need to know.”
Byeol-Ya stopped walking, a slight smirk on her face, and looked Claudia square in the eye.
“Fine then. Let’s talk. The poison-immunity classes will be ending soon anyway. After that, I’ll explain to you what the dark magic I’ve been teaching really is.”
!
Claudia’s pupils trembled.
“Let’s just go! She said she’s still making us eat poison. There’s nothing more to discuss!”
The male student who’d objected earlier placed his hand on her shoulder, but Claudia shook it off forcefully and spoke instead.
“Tell us.”
Byeol-Ya let out a small laugh and opened her palm.
A magic circle materialized in her hand at stunning speed, and from its center sprang an olive-colored thorn vine. She grabbed hold of it and swung it wide.
Boom!
The students flinched and lowered their stances. The thorn vine, whipped through the air above their heads, smashed against the basement wall.
Screech!
As the thorn-vine struck, the basement wall began to melt like liquid from that point onward.
“What—what is that?”
“It was poison?”
Claudia turned her gaze toward Byeol-Ya, demanding an explanation.
“A technique you all know well enough—the Poison Whip.”
“This… this is the Poison Whip?”
“That’s impossible!”
This technique, commonly called the Poison Whip, worked by binding poison from potions together with dark magic, then wielding it like a whip for a long-range attack. But the Poison Whip she had just demonstrated was far larger, thicker, and more powerful—and crucially, she hadn’t used a poison potion at all.
It was precisely this fact that made Claudia understand.
From that realization came her whisper.
“…Could it be the Dark Poison System?”
“As expected of an elite. You got it right away.”
Once, Poison Magic had been a subordinate discipline of Dark Scholarly Study.
There were Rune Languages for summoning fire and ice, wind and earth, even magma and unknown elements—so there had to be Rune Languages for summoning poison.
But such Dark Poison System black magic had been completely abandoned during the hundred-year war with Efnel. The greatest problem was that the poison mixture used in the Dark Poison System was always identical.
Priests who grew accustomed to the same poison could break free from its effects with a single Purification spell, and after being hit a few times, they would develop antibodies to the poison itself, eventually reaching a point where they didn’t even need to use Purification magic anymore.
Even monsters showed signs of adaptation, with numerous individuals becoming resistant to the Dark Poison System’s toxins.
Ultimately, poison practitioners turned to alchemy to survive. They artificially complicated the poison mixtures, creating new toxins that priests couldn’t easily purify and that worked on monsters as well.
This was the origin of modern poison practitioners. Today’s poison mages used poison potions or containers, spreading them through black magic or amplifying their toxicity.
But.
‘Now she’s teaching the Dark Poison System that was abandoned long ago?’
Byeol-Ya’s lips curved upward in a smile.
“I can see exactly what you’re thinking in your expression. So how about this?”
She unfolded a magic circle in her opposite palm.
To Claudia, it was unmistakably the same Poison Whip magic circle, but this time pink thorny vines erupted forth. She seized them and swung them against the opposite wall.
Thunk!
The Poison Whip struck the wall, but unlike before, it didn’t melt. Instead, the wall’s color shifted to yellow and the discoloration spread across an increasingly wider area.
‘The magic circle structure was identical, but the type of poison changed!’
The other students, now understanding the situation, fell silent.
“What I’m teaching isn’t that bland, characterless Dark Poison System of old.”
Byeol-Ya lowered her arm as she spoke.
“It’s an original I developed myself.”
“Ah…!”
If that was true, then Byeol-Ya’s original Dark Poison System was, in every sense, a synthesis of the best qualities from both past and present.
Like the past, the poison mixture would be difficult to counter and break down.
Unlike the present, there would be no more wasted time fumbling with tedious work like retrieving potions from a pocket dimension.
“To use this technique, mastering Blood Poison—converting your blood into toxin—is essential. That’s why I’ve been building up your antibodies ahead of time. I was planning to teach you this technique before the third BMAT.”
“….”
A heavy silence descended over the basement. Claudia especially, her face flushed crimson, didn’t dare meet Byeol-Ya’s eyes.
“Now you have exactly two choices.”
Byeol-Ya snapped her fingers, and the assistants hurriedly moved, placing poison sets at the students’ feet.
“You skipped class with that ridiculous boycott, so you’ll consume all the accumulated poisons by tomorrow, build up your antibodies, and then come back.”
At the word “tomorrow,” the students’ jaws dropped.
“This is all because of your nonsense. I don’t care if you suffer side effects from rushing to consume them. But if you manage to catch up with the material, I’ll pass on my original Dark Poison System to you as planned before BMAT.”
She folded her arms as she continued.
“Or perhaps I misjudged you. Perhaps you truly rejected my class for some grave mission about universal human rights and such lofty ideals. Even though you’re a Necromancer.”
At those words, Claudia’s face turned as red as an apple.
“If you’re that kind of person, you’re free to leave right now. I’ll celebrate the birth of a true human rights activist, marvel at your noble character, and applaud you as you depart.”
“….”
Ten minutes passed that way.
Not a single student who had entered the basement left.
Survival at Kizen, a cause stripped of purpose, and a handful of pride—for a Necromancer, there was no need to weigh such things on a scale.
They all stood with their heads bowed, unable to even open their mouths.
“I take it you’re all following my instructions.”
Byeol-Ya gestured sharply.
“Take that with you and go. Starting tomorrow, I hope the classroom is full.”
“Yes!”
Claudia and the students hurriedly grabbed the poison cases and climbed the stairs.
By then, the night had turned cold, wind whistling sharply through the darkness.
“Haa! Haa!”
“Claudia! Come on!”
Claudia was running with the poison case clutched tightly to her chest.
‘I’m such an idiot! Hopeless beyond saving!’
Her eyes were brimming with tears, yet her mouth was stretched wide in a grin. She’d even laughed out loud—a wild, reckless laugh that didn’t care who heard. Let them point fingers and call her mad.
The sheer relief of finally escaping this suffocating group ordeal. The comfort of knowing she could learn from a brilliant professor, one every bit as impressive as any other department’s faculty.
Since arriving at Kizen, Claudia thought, this was her happiest night yet.

* * *
The next day.
Word that Claudia’s group had been summoned by Byeol-Ya spread through Kizen like wildfire.
“Who won?”
“The students, obviously. Didn’t you see that Byeol-Ya called them in first?”
“But those guys had these weird marks all over their faces this morning. Looked like they’d been poisoned.”
From the dormitory corridors onward, speculation about Byeol-Ya and Claudia’s group was inescapable.
“Claudia and the others who went there—none of them will say anything,” said Dick. He looked desperately curious too.

“What happened when they were called to see Byeol-Ya? I’m dying to know!”
Simon, who had a shrewd idea of what had transpired, stretched languidly with a knowing smile.
‘Thank you, Professor Byeol-Ya.’
There was no class this morning—Necromancy was scheduled, but all four members of Team 7 had dropped it, leaving a vacant slot. They planned to use the time for BMAT training instead.
All of Team 7 rose early, obtained travel permits, and arranged to meet at the Beach. Simon and Dick chose a carriage waiting in line at the Kizen entrance and arrived at the shoreline not long after.
The Beach was crowded as always. Students without classes waded into the Sea, conducting underwater combat drills.
“Simon, Dick! Over here!”
“You’re late!”
Kamibarez and Merin had already changed into swimwear and were stretching. Once Simon and Dick joined them, Merin, as the team leader, gathered everyone’s attention and spoke.
“This is our last beach training session before BMAT! Let’s make it count!”
“Okay.”
“Yes!”
The four sprinted across the sand and plunged into the Sea.
Simon, cutting through the waves fastest, stretched his arm overhead.

Crack! Click!
Click!
Skeletal bones flew from the subspace and mounted onto his right arm. Simon dove beneath the surface.
Glug-glug-glug!
He checked his psychic link with the skeleton first.
‘Much improved.’
Undead weakened simply by entering saltwater, but with Benya’s help from the Mutation Club, they’d coated the bones with a chemical that let them endure.
And before the handgun’s muzzle, he unfurled a magic circle—a new form of dark magic he’d developed, isolating only the core formula from the Black Torpedo technique.
‘Fire!’
Bones shot from the muzzle and passed through the magic circle in one motion. The bullet’s velocity through the water surged dramatically.
He was using the drag-reduction formula from the Black Torpedo.
‘All right, first attempt successful!’
Simon surfaced again. This time, he took a moment to inscribe a new magic circle, then lowered it directly onto the handgun.
The magic circle melted and coated the bone projectiles like a flowing glaze.
Simon aimed at the depths and issued the firing command.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The bones flew with the same force as before. He felt confident he could strike even a Kizen student this way.
‘Offensive magic is solid. Now for the last thing…’
Simon opened a subspace above his head and summoned a new familiar into the Sea.
A tremendous splash erupted as the summon descended.
Simon climbed onto its back and spoke.
“Let’s go. Deimos.”
The goal for this third BMAT was the top ranking overall.

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