Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 270

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 270
Churrrrrr!
White foam churned across the sea, spreading in all directions.
A whale-like undead creature, its body composed of gleaming bone, swam with fluid grace as it lashed its tail fin side to side.
Directly behind it, a colossal monster of staggering proportions—Deimos—pursued with relentless speed.
‘For something that massive to move this fast through water…!’
[Boy! It’s closing in from behind—one more step!]
Simon rolled his eyes to glance back, then immediately ducked his head; Deimos’s breath attack scraped past so close he could feel the heat. It was as though a blue flash had torn the sea itself in two.
‘Ah.’
In that instant.
Simon understood.
‘The breath attack… it’s slowed down.’
Not that the breath itself had actually slowed—rather, Simon’s perception of it had shifted. He’d brushed past death so many times that his nerves had sharpened to a razor’s edge, and now his concentration surged to its peak.
The world was flowing in slow motion.
‘It’s been a while.’
His condition was good.
Simon took control of Deimos, forcing the fleeing creature’s head to turn; as the whale-undead pivoted, the colossal monster hesitated, its charge faltering for just a moment.
‘Since it’s come to this.’
Simon’s eyes turned cold as winter.
‘Might as well go all in.’
Deimos’s jaws gaped wide, and a sphere of mana swirled forth, mingling with the churning seawater.
‘Sea Current Cannon!’
The blast erupted with a deafening roar, slamming into the monster’s face and exploding on impact. Deimos howled in agony, its massive form convulsing before it surged forward with even greater fury.
Simon didn’t retreat. He drove Deimos straight at it, channeling refined Shadow Aura through the creature’s frame.
The dark element flowed along Deimos’s skeletal structure, concentrating on the chest fins, honing them to the sharpness of swords.
‘Now!’
Just before the collision, Deimos pitched downward in a sharp dive, approaching the monster’s underbelly, and drove its razor-edged fins forward like a blade into flesh.
In one motion.
Whoooosh!
It raced forward in a straight line, tearing a deep gash across the creature’s belly as blood erupted in a fountain.
—Grrrrrrgh!
The monster thrashed in agony while Simon and Deimos peeled away to the side.
Simon’s expression darkened with frustration.
‘Its size makes it damn near impossible to land a solid blow!’
Deimos cut through the water at speed, and the pursuing monster hauled its enormous bulk forward relentlessly.
As Deimos fled, it fired short bursts of the Sea Current Cannon backward.
Each shot made the area around its mouth flash and strobe with light, black spray fountaining outward, but the monster took every attack on its body and kept charging.
Soon the creature opened its own jaws wide.
‘Down!’
Deimos dropped in a sharp dive just as a massive breath attack tore through the space above, punching a hole straight through the sea. Simon’s mind reeled at the thought—if that thing hit them, protective suit or no suit, there’d be nothing left.
‘There’s really no other way now.’
He decided to leave evasion entirely in Deimos’s fins.
Simon closed his eyes, placing his palm flat against Deimos’s head. He could feel the Summoning Magic Circle through their tightly synchronized mental connection.
‘That thing Diego tried so hard to keep alive.’
Deimos didn’t have only the Sea Current Cannon.
The true reason Deimos earned the epithet ‘Lord of the Sea.’
Simon activated a dormant formula in the corner of the Summoning Magic Circle—one that had been powered down.
Thump!
He felt Deimos’s consciousness expand. His thoughts burned hot, every nerve in his body suddenly igniting.
Thump-thump!
“Krrrrgh!”
A groaning cry escaped his lips as the immense pressure coursed through the mental link. The entire world twisted and warped like a poorly rendered canvas.
‘…Focus.’
The breath attack coming from behind meant nothing.
All that mattered was pouring himself into this single moment, drawing out every last fragment of Deimos’s power.
Simon and Deimos’s Shadow Aura roiled and boiled in unison.
[Boy! If you push any harder than this, you’ll suffer mental overload!]
No—he could push further still.
He wouldn’t entertain doubt, wouldn’t set arbitrary limits or draw lines in the sand.
He would simply believe, with absolute conviction, that he could do this.
‘I…!’
Lightning crackled through my mind, sharp and electric.
My eyes became mirrors of all things.
Consciousness expanded endlessly, and with it came the sensation of holding the entire world—all existence itself—beneath my feet.
Simon’s pupils transformed into brilliant gold.
‘Omnipotent.’
Thump.
A hole pierced the black ceiling, and sunlight poured through.
—Kiiiiiiiiiiiii!
The Summoning Magic Circle amplified the sound as Deimos roared.
Something visible—a mental connection, a visualization, ultrasound, or something beyond—rippled outward across the entire Sea.
Throb. Throb.
The sea floor.
The surface.
Undersea caverns.
Beneath the rocks.
Countless creatures stirred at that call and began to rise. Fish and monsters alike converged where the sound had reached them.
“What? What’s happening?”
Students hunting in the Outer Sea recoiled in alarm. Vast schools of fish streamed past them, moving with singular purpose.
“Wait, where are you going!”
Merin, who had been fighting Thung Pad, watched in shock as the monsters she’d been battling suddenly turned and fled as if possessed by something unseen.
The other creatures did the same.
The empty Sea, which had fallen silent at the arrival of the colossal Gwae-gong, now thrummed with life—a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors and patterns surging across the water.
Murmur, murmur, murmur!
The spectators watching through the observer screens erupted into chaos.
“Look, look, look! Open your eyes, everyone!!”
The announcer, more excited than ever, his throat flushed crimson, bellowed into the mic.
“What on earth is happening?! The fish and monsters in this entire region have begun a massive migration—as if they’d made a pact!”
As the announcer turned, Jane, who had remained composed until now, rose from her seat and stared at the screen.
“Professor Jane! How is this even—!”
“Deimos.”
“Pardon?”
“Deimos is an ‘Alpha.'”
“An Alpha? I’m not sure what you mean! Is it a technical term? Could you explain so the audience can understand—!”
“It’s an individual with dominion over marine life!”
Jane’s voice rose.
Deimos was called the “Lord of the Sea” not because of raw strength or sheer size, but because of the countless marine creatures that followed him like his personal guard.
‘But.’
The ability to command the Sea—the Alpha power—was believed to vanish when a dead Deimos was transformed into Undead, into a Yellow River Whale.
‘How could he have recreated that power?’
—Kiii!
—Gurgle, gurgle!
—Whoooosh!
Marine creatures of every description swam freely toward Simon and Deimos, converging from all directions.
It was like a massive, beautiful rainbow sweeping through the water.
Magnificent brilliance.
Even Gwae-gong hesitated to approach. This “swarm”—composed of countless marine creatures—was larger than he was.
‘Good.’
Simon felt the presence of tens of thousands of creatures and activated Deimos’s Magic Circle.
The command was singular.
[Follow me.]
Burble, burble, burble!
All the marine creatures frothed and surged toward Deimos. Simon led them in a swift current, driving them straight into Gwae-gong’s mass.
Fish bit chunks from its flesh; monsters like Wulfes and Gamban drove their sharp fangs deep. Swarms of Thung Pad—poison-spewing squid-type monsters—released their toxins in torrents.
Gwae-gong writhed in agony as every inch of his body was shredded.
But Gwae-gong did not merely suffer the assault.
Pores erupted across his hide, and white, worm-like parasites burst forth to battle the monsters and fish.
Then, rolling his eyes, Gwae-gong spotted Simon and Deimos and charged toward them with his jaws spread wide.
‘Dive!’
Simon plunged downward, and the spectacle of Gwae-gong descending with his mouth agape—dragging hundreds of thousands of fish and monsters in his wake—was so breathtaking that every jaw in the arena hung slack.
“Gah—!”
The deeper the water pressure became, the harder it was for his body to endure. He pushed himself to the limit by activating the Dark Element within his core.
At the same time, Deimos, who had been preparing the Sea Current Cannon, wheeled around. He lunged straight ahead toward the gaping maw of the creature barreling down at them.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three bursts from the Sea Current Cannon erupted in rapid succession into the creature’s splayed jaws, sending up thick black smoke.
Simon’s eyes flashed with intensity.
‘Cloud!’
Simon activated the Magic Circle he’d been preparing at his back. A blue-green mist flowed out and began to envelop Deimos.
In the darkened sea, the pristine skeleton of the whale bone gleamed like brilliant emerald.
It shone like a jeweled sculpture, illuminating the dark waters around it.
‘Forward—go!’
Simon and Deimos dove straight into the creature’s gaping maw.
‘Ahead!’
Simon seized his slipping consciousness and barked the order to charge.
It was an act beyond reason, something no sane mind would attempt—yet forward they pressed.
His vision was nothing but crimson, pure crimson.
Where there was an opening, he burrowed through; where a wall blocked him, he tore and shattered his way past. Delving endlessly into the dark depths, Deimos poured Sea Current Cannon fire into the creature’s organs.
Simon broke through everything that hindered him, tearing and crushing, until he spotted a single streak of light in the distance.
‘There!’
At last, they punctured through the corner of flesh and burst free, Simon and Deimos grasping for that light.
Glug-glug-glug…
Water again.
Simon shook his head as if shaking off the filth clinging to his body, then turned to look back.
They had escaped through a hole torn in what appeared to be a small dorsal fin.
And.
Craaash…
The creature’s massive form, drained of all strength, was sinking into the pitch-black sea floor.
‘Hah! Huff!’
As his senses finally returned, Simon trembled violently. He couldn’t fathom what he’d just done, couldn’t tell if any of it had been real or a fever dream.
He slowly looked down at the Thung Pad.
The numbers did not lie.
‘I did it!’
His body thrummed with an immense rush of exhilaration.
Yet Simon was not satisfied.
He rose to the surface with Deimos, and countless sea monsters and fish followed in their wake.
The sea had turned rainbow-colored.

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A remote island in the Outer Sea.
Splash!
Squelch, squelch.
Hector, affixed with Time Dragon Scales, was emerging from the sea onto the shore of this small island crowded with palm trees, drenched and dripping.
‘I’m exhausted as hell.’
It was fortunate he’d found an island midway. He let out a long breath, removed the Time Dragon Scales to dry them in the sunlight, and picked up the Thung Pad to check his ranking.
‘At this rate, I’ve definitely reclaimed first place.’
He scrolled through the rankings from the bottom up.
4th – Shatel: 7,980 Point
Hector clicked his tongue.
This bastard looked useless in water, yet somehow stayed in the upper tier.
3rd – Elisa: 8,100 Point
Elisa of the Ghost Ship.
This woman, who conjures vessels through Necromancy, is naturally water-specialized. Can’t be helped.
2nd – Hector: 8,240 Point
Then why am I in second place? Who’s above me now?
Hector’s expression twisted into irritation as he looked at the top rank. And then.
“KRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!”
He howled in fury, hurling the Thung Pad at the ground.
1st – Simon: 106,850 Point

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