Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 265

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School — Chapter 265
The people who lived in the Washburn Mountain Range loved to gossip about the mysterious “High Castle” that stood at the peak.
They said once you entered, you could never leave.
They said it was packed with horrible monsters that could turn the world upside down.
They said the castle’s master was a beautiful woman who had hidden herself away in the mountains.
But if you wanted to talk about the rumors, the first two were true, and the last one was wrong.
In the Sulfur Bath, where steam rose in thick waves, a man who appeared to be in his late twenties was soaking in the water.
With pale skin, a slender frame, and long hair, one might briefly mistake him for a woman, but he was unmistakably male.
Just as he tilted his head back and gazed absently at the ceiling of the High Castle, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall—thump, thump, thump.
“All preparations are complete, Magnus.”
A zombie dressed as a butler—an Ancient Undead whose characteristic dark aura rippled across its form.
Magnus turned to look back, speaking in a languid voice.
“Access to Rocksum?”
“Blocked. The outside instructor assignment, the headquarters report, and even the BMAT observation—all of it.”
“The Death Witch was involved.”
Magnus smiled with satisfaction, stroking his smooth, clean jaw.
“She certainly treasures her daughter.”
“What if we formally lodge a complaint with the Kizen headquarters about losing Talaje?”
The zombie butler spoke as it adjusted its single-eyed glasses.
“Of course, we’ll face disciplinary action for sending forces to Rocksum without permission, but….”
“A complaint? You want me to whine like some pathetic fool?”
Magnus let out a sharp laugh.
“That’s not my style! Besides, they’re all in it together. That little brat Lorain might even end up running the headquarters one day—why would I want to make enemies of them?”
“Ah, I see. My apologies for the poor suggestion.”
“What about the cargo?”
The zombie butler turned and nodded.
Its subordinates dragged forward four monsters bound in heavy chains.
“Are these the ones?”
“Yes.”
Harddail—monsters with a Rank 4 Danger Level.
These creatures, whose appearance recalled sea crocodiles, had their jaws bound with multiple layers of chain, and yet the restraints were already frayed from their thrashing.
“The Harddail’s habitat is also located in the BMAT test site that will soon be held at Kizen. I’ve infused them with a Curse that leaves no trace, so they won’t find anything suspicious.”
Splash.
Magnus rose from the Sulfur Bath. White steam flowed from his body.
“Right. My subordinate died—I should repay that debt properly.”
He draped a robe over his wet body and turned around.
“Alaje. Are you there?”
The moment those words left his mouth, the floor writhed, and a fleshy Undead burst forth.
[Alaje. Talaje’s avenger. Vengeance must be taken.]
“I know, I know. I’ll make sure Talaje’s enemy pays. Peel off some of your flesh and feed it to that monster.”
[I obey the Legion Commander’s orders.]
Magnus, dressed in his robe, settled into the Throne of the High Castle and raised a glass of wine.
“Then, let’s quietly wait for word.”

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The day of the final confrontation had arrived at last.
The morning of the 3rd BMAT dawned.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for your patience!”
On a large stage laid out across the Kizen Campus, a flamboyantly dressed man was shouting into an Amplification Crystal, his voice straining. Below the stage, a throng of spectators stretched out before him.
“We are deeply grateful for your attendance at this 3rd BMAT observation! I’m Conrad Hayabon, and I’ll be hosting this 3rd test as well!”
The crowd sent back enthusiastic cheers. The host bowed in gratitude.
“Haha! It’s wonderful to see you all! And oh, there are some familiar faces in the crowd. Wow, you’re back again, ma’am! I hear the chance to attend as a parent is like plucking a star from the sky, and yet here you are—you must be blessed indeed! Hahahaha!”
The host, who had actively engaged the audience and raised the atmosphere, pulled a card with his lines written on it from his pocket.
“Now! For this 3rd BMAT observation, I’d like to invite another Kizen professor to assist me with commentary!”
He said it casually, but his heart was pounding in his chest.
‘Please don’t be Professor Byeol-Ya. Please don’t be Professor Byeol-Ya. Anything but that woman…!’
The host gazed at the card in his hands, silently praying.
“!”
His face lit up. He wanted to cry out in joy, but maintaining professional composure, he spoke.
“A most distinguished figure has come to provide commentary! Let me introduce her—the second-in-command of the Kizen Campus and current advisor to 1st Year Class A, Vice Chancellor Jane Olivia!”
The announcement of the vice-chancellor sent the crowd into a frenzy.
Crisp footsteps echoed across the stage. A woman with a restrained bob cut and an icy demeanor was ascending to the platform.
‘Finally, I’m free of Professor Byeol-Ya!’
The host rushed toward her with unbridled delight.
“Vice-Chancellor! This way, please! Haha!”
The host lowered himself respectfully, as though escorting a lady, but Jane swept past him without a glance. Left in the dust, the host straightened up with an embarrassed expression.
She took the center of the stage and picked up a communication crystal. The audience craned their necks, curious what the vice-chancellor of Kizen had to say.
“Lighting crew.”
That was her opening remark.
“The Mana Screen on the side is angled fifteen degrees to the right. The sunlight is making it uncomfortable for the spectators seated on the left.”
At those words, a lighting technician bolted into action as if possessed.
“Sound crew. Must I point out something as fundamental as proper buffering on an Amplification Crystal?”
“We’ll need to rearrange the setup from scratch.”
“The defective Thung Pads are not one or two in number. This is a matter of student safety. Senior members of the planning team—step forward.”
As the seniors came forward wearing the expressions of condemned criminals, Jane switched off the Amplification Crystal and began tearing into them verbally with such airtight logic that they couldn’t utter a single word in defense.
‘What in the world is happening?’
‘I have no idea.’
The audience was bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
“V-Vice-Chancellor! I apologize for the delay!”
The lighting supervisor she’d summoned spoke with quivering lips. Jane’s response was glacial.
“Are you a professional? What were you thinking when you configured the Mana lighting like this?”
“I-I am terribly sorry, but we configured it the same way for the first and second trials……”
Fire kindled in her eyes.
“Explain to me in detail what reason exists for perpetuating the same mistakes of the past in the present, other than your own convenience.”
“I am so very sorry!”
“Come to headquarters after the event. You might want to prepare a written explanation beforehand.”
Jane took direct command and systematically reconfigured every setup and placement.
The host standing behind her had unconsciously pressed his palms together in deference, not daring to make a sound.
‘……Is she a perfectionist, then?’
Kizen seemed to have no shortage of abnormal people.
“We apologize for any inconvenience caused by our shortcomings as organizers.”
Jane bowed to the audience. In truth, the spectators had no idea what was uncomfortable, but her momentum was so intimidating that they simply accepted it.
Ultimately, it fell to the host to ease the tension.
“Ahem! Haha! It seems there were a few minor issues, but let us resume! Professor Jane, if you will……!”
“I’m speaking in my capacity as a 1st Year instructor. Please refer to me by my faculty title.”
“Ah! Of course! Professor Jane, if you would!”
Clap clap clap clap!
The audience applauded somewhat mechanically. She raised the communication crystal and spoke in a grave and solemn tone.
“Parents and distinguished guests, thank you for attending this institution’s event. As an elite Necromancer training academy, our school endeavors to cultivate our students’ abilities to their fullest potential……”
And then a full speech on top of it all.
Jane didn’t let a single thing pass unremarked.
Once her speech concluded, the host spoke through beads of sweat.
“Now, Professor Jane, shall I show you to your seat?”
The broadcast technician had already been giving him urgent signals. He was gesticulating frantically for the host to wrap things up.
‘And here he was, completely paralyzed in the presence of the vice-chancellor just moments ago.’
With Jane finally seated at the commentary desk, the host moved quickly to continue the proceedings. She seemed about to summon someone to adjust the table setup, but he beat her to it.
“Now then, Professor! Would you mind explaining the details of this 3rd BMAT examination?”
“Yes. Please display the main screen.”
At her direction, the main screen showed a vast expanse of sea.
“The theme of this 3rd trial is the sea.”
Murmur murmur murmur.
Unlike the students, the audience reacted with confusion—they were hearing this for the first time.
“As you know, the sea represents the worst natural conditions for a Necromancer.”
Jane’s crisp voice resonated across the Campus Grounds.
“Humans cannot choose their battlefield or environment. They must be prepared to fight in any conditions, at any time, without knowing what might occur. That is precisely why we chose the sea as our testing ground.”
“Oh my! How extraordinary! A trial on the sea! Then the evaluation criteria must be the students’ swimming ability?”
Though the host had meant it as a lighthearted attempt to ease the tension, Jane stared at him as though he were an insect.
“……I apologize, Professor.”
The host never imagined that a day would come when he would miss Professor Byeol-Ya.
Jane spoke again.
“In this examination, we evaluate the students’ responsiveness, adaptability, and creativity in unfamiliar and challenging environments. Since time is limited, I’ll explain the test rules to our distinguished guests right away.”
Before she could finish, the main screen flickered and changed. With just that single comment from her, the subordinates snapped to attention.
“Please look at the screen.”
What the main screen displayed was the seafloor.
“Have you noticed anything unusual?”
At Jane’s question, the spectators widened their eyes and gazed at the screen.
If you looked without thinking much, it was just a murky, moss-covered ordinary seafloor. Some claimed to have spotted something, others admitted they couldn’t see anything. A few even stood from their seats, staring intently with visible determination.
“Could we enlarge the screen?”
At her request, the screen zoomed in on a specific section.
A coin was embedded in the seafloor, its color so close to the earth that it was difficult to distinguish.
“This is the ‘Coin’ used in the examination. The passing standard for this BMAT is simple: collect ten coins from the seafloor.”
“The, the seafloor?!”
At that moment, everyone except Jane thought the exact opposite of “simple.”
“It’s like a treasure hunt!”
“……I’m not fond of the comparison, but let’s say that’s accurate. And this time, combat between students is permitted.”
All students participating in the test would wear protective vests over their swimwear. If they lost consciousness or their Barrier Gauge reached zero, they were out. They lost all their coins and were teleported to a safe zone.
An eliminated student could re-enter the sea after thirty minutes with their Barrier Gauge reset to 100%.
“Extraordinary! Then this exam is going to be incredibly competitive, Professor!”
Opposite to Jane’s composed manner, the enthusiastic host raised his voice again, building the excitement.
“So there will be students searching the seafloor, and others targeting those very students! Then once a student has recovered all ten coins, does the match end for them?”
“Hardly.”
She smiled.
“That’s when it truly begins.”
Following her instruction, the main screen split into dozens of different views.
“What is all that?”
“Mo, monsters?”
Octopus-like monsters waving dozens of tentacles, colossal manta ray monsters spouting electricity, deep-sea fish monsters gasping open-mouthed on the seafloor.
“Collecting ten coins is the minimum requirement to pass the test. Any student who fails to collect ten during the four-hour examination period is eliminated. Once a student has gathered all the coins, they must venture into the wider sea to earn ‘Points.'”
On the opposite screen, monster illustrations and point values were displayed.
“When a monster is defeated, the Thung Pad worn on their arm records the points. The student with the highest score before the test ends will rank first.”
“Ah! I understand perfectly! Collecting coins is the basic requirement to pass, and the overall ranking is determined by hunting sea monsters! Truly Kizen! There’s never an easy test here!”
The host paused mid-sentence, then spoke with a look of shock.
“Wait! If a student who has collected all ten coins is defeated by attacks from other students while hunting monsters, then…….”
“Yes, all the coins and points they’ve accumulated would vanish. They’d have to start from the beginning and begin collecting coins again.”
“Whew! That’s an enormous high-risk situation!”
As the two discussed the rules, an enormous roar of cheers suddenly erupted from the spectator stands.
All the screens now showed 847 students of the entire academy lined up at the starting line on the sea surface.
They looked ready to begin at any moment.
“Go, Elisa! Hope of Dresden!!”
“Come on, Yangen! We can’t lose to Dresden!”
“First place is Shatel Maer again!”
“Ivory Tower sisters, fighting!”
Cheers erupted especially for the star-class students. Everyone was finally ready to enjoy this. The host jumped to his feet.
“That’s right — people matter more than dry rule explanations! We should talk about the students! So, Professor, which student should we watch out for in this sea-themed 3rd BMAT?”
She answered without much hesitation.
“There are many variables, but students excelling at Underwater Combat will naturally have the advantage. There’s Elisa, who commands a ghost ship, Raheim of Snowfield Castle, and finally.”
“Finally?”
Her gaze shifted.
On the center screen, a boy was visible stretching and checking his Bone Armor.

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