Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 306

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 306
Simon put on the glasses and looked around him.
The valley had turned dark blue. The fields glowed azure, and the distant castle walls shimmered violet.
In other words, with these glasses, he could identify where cards appeared by their color.
‘Essential equipment for the mission to collect all seven cards in different colors.’
The start was exceptionally promising.
Simon immediately set out to find the next card.

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[1 Black Team member entered]
[Black Team (1/3), White Team (2/3)]
Whoooosh!
Simon opened his eyes.
He’d just entered a new game after spotting an orange card lying on the ground.
‘…Where is this?’
Looking around, he found himself standing atop a massive cylindrical pillar. Below stretched a sheer precipice, and the clouds visible beneath suggested he was at considerable height.
More pillars extended beyond Simon’s field of vision.
Across the entire space, a single pillar stood on the far left and right, with twelve more pillars—arranged in three columns and four rows—maintaining even intervals between them. Far enough apart that he could clear them easily with a burst of Darkness.
‘What’s this supposed to be… ah.’
Of course. Black Team and White Team, they’d said.
At the center of the pillar Simon stood on was planted a black flag. And at the far end, he could see a white flag fluttering in the breeze.
‘A three-versus-three flag capture game.’
Simon tried lifting the flag himself. It was heavier than expected—he needed both hands to raise it.
[1 Black Team member entered.]
[Black Team: (2/3). White Team (2/3)]
‘Another teammate arrived!’
He waited eagerly to see who would appear.
Last game, he’d met class representative Jamie and had a great time playing together. He hoped this round would bring equally likable and skilled allies.
Pop!
A Magic Circle spread beside Simon, and a male student emerged from it. He had mostly black hair with hints of gold, and carried an inexplicably long staff across his shoulder.
It was a familiar face. The newcomer froze, startled, upon seeing Simon.
“You, you bastard!”
“…Sigh.”
Simon exhaled softly. This wasn’t someone he wanted entanglement with.
Special Admission Student #10 and member of the Randolph Gang—a Necromancer who wielded Dark Magic called Doppelgänger, creating countless identical clones of himself.
Malcolm Randolph from M-Class. They’d fought once during first semester’s Duel Evaluation.
Of course, Simon had overwhelmingly dominated that encounter. Malcolm clearly grasped the situation, his face darkening immediately.
“Damn it, of all people to be on my team…”
[1 Black Team member entered.]
[Black Team: (3/3). White Team (2/3)]
Another Black Team member had joined. Simon and Malcolm fell silent, watching the teleportation circle.
A white-haired male student wearing a white hat emerged from the circle.
Bronze-skinned, shirtless, wearing only pants.
He was someone Simon had recently fought.
‘Raheim Northfold.’
Special Admission Student #8 and current lord of Snowfield Castle. The very man Merin had thoroughly humiliated.
“You, you!”
The moment Raheim spotted Simon, his mouth fell open and he pointed accusingly.
“Simon Valentius!!”
“…It’s Simon Poléntia.”
Simon corrected him, his expression deeply displeased.
This was the worst possible lineup. Of all people to be stuck on the same team.
“Excellent! This time, with Merin on the line, I’ll finally settle things proper—”
“Christ, is this team composition even real?”
A voice dripping with irritation cut through from the side. Malcolm held his forehead, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I don’t want to carry these morons.”
Raheim’s head snapped toward him.
“What did you say?”
“…!”
Malcolm’s expression flashed with indignation.
“You don’t know me? Malcolm Randolph, Special Admission Student number ten!”
“And who would that be?”
Simon decided to ignore him altogether.
Just then, the White Team’s roster filled out, and a new display opened, announcing the names of all the students competing in this match.

Simon Polentia.
Malcolm Randolph.
Raheim Nosfeld.

Jule Vincere.
Elisa Selin.
Enki Daft.
Setting personality aside, judging purely by credentials, it was genuinely impressive.
It was like a war between Special Admission Students.
Of them all, Jule Vincere was ranked fifth among the Special Admission Students—rumored to be monstrously strong.
“This should be interesting.”
Malcolm folded his arms across his chest.
“So we’ve got first, eighth, and tenth on one team. Fifth and seventh on the other.”
Hearing this, Raheim let out a scoff.
“Who’s this nobodytalking about? Are we really counting number ten as a Special Admission Student?”
“You’ve been grating on my nerves since before. I’m about ready to bury you.”
The two of them pressed their foreheads together and growled at each other, while Simon, who wanted no part of it, stood a few paces away, watching them with utter disdain.
By pure ranking, their team had the advantage, but there was no sign of actual teamwork forming whatsoever.
‘Maybe I should just knock them all out and do this myself.’
Even as Simon entertained such thoughts, the game rules explanation began.
[Victory belongs to the team that claims the opposing team’s flag. Any and all methods to seize it are permitted.]
[The game will commence in ten minutes.]
The rules were simplicity itself. Malcolm opened his mouth again.
“Usually in a match like this, one person defends and two go on offense. I’m going to attack with number one, so you guard it—Snowfield Castle lord.”
Raheim released a laugh of contempt.
“Cut the nonsense. You two guard it. I’m going in alone.”
The two of them fell back into bickering, grabbing each other by the collar and hurling curses to each other’s faces.
Meanwhile, the White Team appeared to have already finished dividing roles and settling on tactics.
Elisa was seen summoning three Ghost Ships into the air.
“This is getting annoying—”
That was when Simon spoke up.
“Both of you, shut it.”
“…!”
At that single command, Malcolm and Raheim spun around toward Simon with shocked expressions. Then their faces hardened further.
“…Don’t you dare give me orders!”
“Simon Polentia! Such a statement shows no respect for the lord of Snowfield Castle…!”
If they were the sort worth reasoning with, Simon would have chosen his words carefully. But they weren’t worth the courtesy.
Simon opened a Subspace.
“Fine.”
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
On Malcolm’s right, six Subspaces tore open and the tentacles of an Overlord whipped out.
“Come at me, both of you, right now.”
On Raheim’s left, a Deimos’s head erupted from a Subspace, its jaws snapping wide.
The other thing these two had in common: they’d each taken a thorough beating from Simon in their respective debut matches against these very creatures.
Gulp.
The surroundings fell silent, and the sound of them swallowing echoed. Past pain had surfaced in their minds; Malcolm and Raheim were rolling their eyes in panic.
“Wait, wait just a moment! Such an extreme decision isn’t wise.”
Malcolm, his bluster deflated, forced a smile as he spoke.
“L-Let’s think about this! We’re rivals competing for Merin’s attention. A temporary alliance here would be prudent!”
Raheim, too, had sweat beading profusely on his forehead.
As was often the case among male students who’d once clashed, a subtle hierarchy emerged between them.
Simon withdrew his Summons and then spoke.
“Just follow my plan.”

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Meanwhile, Elisa from the White Team observed her enemies from the Ghost Ship.
‘Their name value is higher, sure, but it’s manageable.’
She didn’t need to watch to know they were tearing into each other. Elisa gazed at her reliable allies with satisfaction.
The White Team had decided that Elisa and Julie would handle offense while Enki managed defense.
And Enki, though not a Special Admission Student, was treated as an ace-level top performer within E Class. She saw no reason to think they’d lose.
Elisa lifted the Communication Crystal and spoke into it.
“Julie. Keep going.”
Elisa’s Ghost Ship packed considerable firepower, but its massive frame made it sluggish. She wanted to use Julie first to gauge the enemy’s response.
Just as Julie bounded over a pillar with a soft thud—
‘…Snow?’
The clouds around them suddenly shifted, and snow began to fall. Within moments, a blinding blizzard swept across the field.
Half the opposing field had become so frozen and white that visibility dropped to nothing.
Elisa raised the Communication Crystal to speak.
“Julie, don’t panic. That snowfall—it’s Raheim’s Blizzard Magic. Hold your position.”
The intent to block her vision was obvious. Whatever they were planning, she wouldn’t fall for it so easily.
‘What the—?’
Then she saw one edge of the snow mist darken to black.
Someone emerged from the fog at the far end of the right pillar.
‘Simon Polenthia!’
Drawing forth a Teal-Blue Darkness, Simon stepped into view—and in his hands he held a bow woven entirely of shadow.
‘Wait, that technique—!’
Kizen’s top Special Admission Student’s signature Dark Magic was already familiar to Elisa from her analysis. Raise a Blood Golem, forge an Elite Guard from its power, then extract that force and unleash it as arrows—a three-stage transformation.
‘But he’s skipping the middle steps entirely and jumping straight to the bow?’
She watched Simon raise the bow and draw the Darkness upward. The distance was too great; even if Julie rushed forward now, there was no stopping what came next.

A shaft of pure darkness flashed into existence, trailing a brilliant tail like a comet as it shot forth.
Elisa had braced herself to leap from the ship, certain it would strike the Ghost Ship—but her eyes widened.
The Blood Arrow wasn’t aimed at her. It was flying straight toward the White Team’s flag.
‘Does he even have the range for—?’
Boom!
Impossibly, he did. Simon’s Blood Arrow smashed into the White Team’s flag position and detonated in a massive explosion.
Elisa grabbed at her windswept hair as she stared down from the Ghost Ship.
‘But what does he think he’s doing?’
Was he misunderstanding the rules? The victory condition wasn’t to destroy the flag—it was to claim it in hand.
The explosion smoke cleared, revealing a crater gouged into the earth. The flag itself lay on the ground, blown back by the blast.
Because the flag had real weight, it hadn’t traveled far.
Whoosh!
Then a staff embedded in the crater suddenly shot upward on its own.
Elisa’s expression shifted to alarm.
‘Oh no! That arrow just—Malcolm’s weapon!’
A Magic Circle unfurled beneath Malcolm’s staff, and from within it erupted a perfect Doppelgänger of Malcolm himself.
“Enki! Block it!”
Enki, tasked with defense, urgently unleashed Dark Magic—but the distance was too great and the timing too tight. The Doppelgänger nimbly dodged the attack and escaped, finally seizing the flag in both hands.
‘But it won’t matter!’
Elisa smiled.
‘A copy can’t claim it—only the real person holding it counts! What a stupid move, not even reading the rules properly—’
Except—
Whoosh!
The Doppelgänger simply hurled the flag it had just seized off the cliff.
‘What?!’
A series of moves she couldn’t possibly comprehend.
She’d never imagined they’d go through all the trouble of grabbing it only to throw it into a chasm. Elisa maneuvered the Ghost Ship to protect the falling flag.
But before she could—
“Ha ha ha ha!”
Flight wasn’t the exclusive domain of necromancers on the White Team.
Raheim surged forward, bells conjuring themselves around both his arms and legs. Elisa’s face drained of color.
‘No! I didn’t even see it coming!!’
Raheim’s blizzard, Simon’s Blood Arrow, Malcolm’s Doppelgänger—a coordinated sequence that drew the opposition’s eyes while their minds reeled. By then, Raheim had already descended the cliff.
“The flag!”
Elisa fired cannonfire from the Ghost Ship, but Raheim evaded gracefully through the air and finally caught the falling flag.
“I’ve secured it!”
With that, he waved the flag excitedly, brandishing it with unbridled joy.
Wheeeeeee!
[The game has ended.]
[Black Team wins!]
[All members of the Black Team receive cards.]
“Ugh! Dammit!!”
To think it was settled so easily!
Elisa vented her frustration, striking the railing of the Ghost Ship repeatedly, her face twisted with indignation.
‘Those idiots could never have come up with such a strategy.’
Her gaze fixed on Simon, who held the Darkness Bow in his hands.
“……Simon Polentia.”
Simon scattered the Darkness Bow into the air and lifted his head to meet Elisa’s gaze from below.
With one last faint smile, Simon’s form shimmered and vanished in a flash of teleportation.

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