Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 307

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 307
After collecting two cards, Simon had about twenty minutes remaining.
He scanned the surrounding area, hoping to encounter the target student by chance, but finding one specific person in this sprawling expanse of Rocksum was frankly impossible.
When the four-hour exam concluded, Simon made his way back to the Kizen Campus, where he happened to run into Dick on the way.
“That was seriously, seriously insane fun!”
Dick had entered a state of pure excitement, his fists clenched tight as he let out a sharp breath, sending his bangs fluttering.
“Is this really the BMAT I know? Can BMAT actually be this entertaining? Wow…!”
Simon replied with a smile.
“Calm down a bit and tell me what happened.”
Apparently Dick had managed to find a siege warfare themed scenario.
The location was the Kizen Fortress Wall with a capacity of thirty students. Cards were placed both inside and outside the fortress wall, with fifteen students entering each card—the students gathered in the card inside the wall became the defending team, while those in the card outside became the attacking team.
And according to Dick, he’d won this time as part of the defending team.
“I enchanted the cannons, enchanted the regular soldier arrows too! My performance was incredible!”
“…Well, that does sound fun.”
It seemed like they’d recreated an actual large-scale war, and even Simon felt a spark of excitement. Siege warfare was definitely a theme that ignited a boy’s sense of adventure.
“How long does the game take?”
“Time flows slowly inside the siege warfare game. It felt like I fought for a whole half-day, but when I came out, it’d only been about three hours.”
If it took three hours, finding the next card in just one hour would be cutting it close.
“But the top contributor from both the defending and attacking teams each get an additional ‘1 point’ regardless of cards!”
“Now that’s appealing.”
On the way back to the dormitory, every student they passed was talking about the BMAT.
‘So they do this one or two times a week?’
The exam was certainly free of pressure and cleanly designed.
Of course, next time the students’ strategies would differ, so he wasn’t sure how things would play out, but it seemed manageable alongside the existing professors’ lectures.
“Anyway, Simon! Next time, let’s do the siege warfare theme together!”
“I’ll think about it positively.”

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The next morning.
“Simon! Over here!”
“You’re two minutes late, you slackers!”
Having prepared half an hour early and headed out, Simon and Dick met up with Merin and Kamibarez.
The early meeting, as expected, was to share information about the BMAT. The four of them sat at an outdoor table in front of the cafe, ordered sandwiches and drinks, and began chatting away.
All four had successfully obtained two cards on the first day.
Merin had completed solo games for both. She mentioned there was a theme combining puzzle-solving and magic circle creation—something that required thinking.
Kamibarez had tried a blood magic-themed scenario, but could only use the basic Blood Flow Bullet. The theme involved rapidly shooting down villains and rescuing hostages, and she said that mistakenly hitting a hostage would rapidly drain the Barrier Gauge.
“To sum it up,”
Merin spoke with a serious expression.
“The card color and subject matter don’t seem to have much correlation, contrary to what we initially thought. For example, even if you enter a red Curse Magic card, there’s a high chance you’ll encounter a game completely unrelated to curses. From what I’ve experienced, it’s about fifty-fifty.”
Simon nodded in agreement.
“All my themes were completely unrelated to the subject too.”
“I was hoping to do more Blood Magic-themed scenarios, but it was a bit disappointing!”
“Here’s why,”
Dick grabbed a shared order of potato chips, popped one into his mouth, and continued pompously.
“Because the creator of this game isn’t a god—it’s a human named Endolas Bodvil.”
Simon tilted his head in confusion.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“The correlation between colors and subjects is probably a rule that was added recently.”
Dick dragged a potato chip through ketchup and mustard as he continued.
“You all know the game themes have that entertainment-focused vibe, right? So the professors probably complained—demanding more educational, subject-relevant content. And so—”
“Endolas is hastily creating new ones!”
“Exactly, Kamibarez! The next exam might actually have more subject-related themes.”
Dick reached for the potato chips as he spoke. But his hand found nothing but air.
“Wow! Already finished these?”
Dick’s gaze naturally drifted toward Merin.
She, caught red-handed chewing potato chips, blushed crimson in an instant.
“Wait, hold on! Why are you looking at me first?!”
“You’re such a food fiend.”
Ultimately, Merin ordered another serving of potato chips on her own dime.
“…So petty over a few chips.”
She pouted her lips.
“And I vote that new orders disappear in three minutes flat.”
“Hey!”
Simon and Kamibarez broke into quiet laughter.
“Well, in any case.”
Merin swiftly steered the conversation away from food.
“A lot more people are going to start trying to collect all seven colors of the rainbow. Just like you.”
“Probably.”
Still, there was time before the next exam.
Right now, the Practical Assessments that were about to hit in their upcoming classes mattered far more than BMAT.
“What’s our first class?”
“Summoning Magic! But it’s not in our usual Lecture Hall!”
“That makes me a little nervous. Professor Aaron even warned us it would be intense.”
And so the four of them chattered their way to the lecture hall. As Kamibarez had said, the assembly location they’d been told about was a different room than usual.
“Whoa!”
Everyone who entered the new lecture hall’s eyes went wide.
“What’s today’s class about?”
At each student’s station sat a skeleton’s skull and a pair of arms, and in front of them was a Magic Circle. The arms were holding a staff.
“Finally, we’re making that!”
Merin spoke with an excited face.
“That?”
“A Skeleton Mage!”
Simon’s eyes widened. His heart beginning to race, he quickly set down his bag and examined the Magic Circle carefully.
It was a Summoning Magic Circle, but the structure was somewhat unusual. It had been simplified—certain essential elements that normally went into a standard Summoning Magic Circle were missing.
“Professor’s here!”
At that cry, the students scrambled to their seats. Soon Professor Aaron and the teaching assistants entered the lecture hall.
Aaron appeared as he always did—tousled hair, stubble that hadn’t seen a razor in days, a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, dragging his slippers along.
He opened his mouth in a drowsy voice.
“As I emphasized yesterday, as of today Kizen as a whole enters Practical Assessment season.”
At the mention of Practical Assessments, the students’ expressions hardened.
Practical Assessments directly affect your score. In simple terms, if midterms and finals are written exams, then Practical Assessments are practical exams.
“Then, briefly, let me explain once more about the Practical Assessment for Summoning Magic.”
Aaron walked to the chalkboard and picked up chalk, drawing a long line.
“You must complete all the Practical Assessments that have been postponed over the remaining two semesters. Right now, we’ve only conducted one Practical Assessment.”
Aaron marked off 20% of the overall Practical Assessment and wrote “Deathland” below it.
“Remember? First semester, that was the Practical Assessment where we evaluated artificially created Zombies in Deathland.”
The students nodded, recalling old memories.
Simon was no exception. It was in that very Deathland where he’d met Prince.
“And 80% remains.”
Aaron drew a line across the middle.
“Half of this—40% of the overall Practical Assessment ratio—is the most important task, which I’m about to announce now.”
The students swallowed hard. Aaron began writing letters with one hand in rapid succession.
Each time, the students’ pupils dilated.

Murmur, murmur, murmur!
“And to this.”
Aaron added the two characters “thesis.”

“Wow.”
One student let out a hollow laugh.
“A thesis? Like the kind you go present at academic conferences?”
Even Merin, who had been a model student from birth, was trembling visibly.
“…We’re seventeen years old. What thesis at seventeen?”
“This is genuinely intense.”
“BMAT’s completely slipping my mind now.”
While the other students were bewildered, Simon alone was letting his imagination soar.
‘My own Magical Form Undead.’
As the lecture hall grew unsettled, Aaron spoke again.
“Pay attention.”
The students immediately snapped to focus on Aaron.
“Don’t worry about it for now. This Magical Form Undead Creation will be evaluated at the end of the Summoning Magic course. Think of it as the final goal of first-year Summoning Magic.”
Aaron folded his arms.
“And no professor assigns impossible tasks. If you all follow the lessons properly, I’ve designed the curriculum so you’ll naturally reach this goal. Understood?”
“Yes!”
“Then let’s begin.”
Aaron brushed aside their complaints with ease and walked toward the blackboard.
The students straightened up. Their focus visibly sharpened now that he’d mentioned the practical assessment.
“Creating magical undead—everyone here starts from zero. Whether it’s Undead Control or Restoration, they’re largely unrelated to magical undead creation. Those of you who’ve fallen behind, listen carefully.”
“Yes!”
“Then look at the objects in front of you.”
Everyone bent down to examine the items.
A skull, a staff held in bony hands, and a Summoning Magic Circle.
“These three elements together form one Skeleton Mage setup.”
Aaron slowed his tempo so the students could follow easily.
“The Summoning Magic Circle you see here—think of it as having been brought onto the desk to make the magic formula that should normally be inside the skull easier to manipulate. First, we’ll power it on. Send some Darkness into the magic circle’s ‘master formula.'”
Simon did as instructed. The moment he placed his hand on the circle and channeled Darkness, the entire magic formula flooded with his deep blue light.
Click! Snap!
The Skeleton Mage’s skull finally began to move. At the same time, the hand gripping the staff started shifting in various directions.
Simon then successfully completed the connection to the Skeleton Mage’s consciousness.
“Does anyone have trouble so far?”
The students glanced around, then called out.
“No, professor!”
“Then real combat. Use the magic formula’s structure to cast an attack spell through the Skeleton Mage. Your target is here.”
The teaching assistants moved quickly, setting up a large panel to the left of the students.
When someone manipulated it, a Barrier made entirely of Darkness snapped into place.
“The magic setup is the same for everyone—Wind Cutter. Move the Skeleton Mage’s consciousness and fire the spell at the Barrier. And don’t even joke about shooting the person in front of you.”
“Yes!”
Simon exhaled softly and opened his eyes wide.
‘Warm it up slowly.’
Simon’s Darkness moved, activating the Rune Language within the magic circle.
‘Fire outlet through the staff.’
The Skeleton Mage’s arm rose, holding the staff.
‘Target the Barrier.’
The staff’s tip pointed toward the Barrier.
‘Fire!’
A magic circle unfolded before the staff’s end, releasing a blade of wind.
Boom!
The Wind Cutter hit the Barrier precisely and scattered. Simon clenched his fist and let out a gasp of excitement.
Boom!
Boom!
Throughout the lecture hall, the sound of wind striking barriers echoed as Wind Cutters activated correctly.
“Waaaah!”
“This is just the basics!”
“Teaching assistant! I can’t do this!”
The room split between cheering students and those desperately seeking help, their faces twisted in frustration. The teaching assistants rushed about.
“So the undead really can use magic.”
Merin, who had succeeded, wore a bemused expression—though her lips curved into a happy smile.
Kamibarez, by contrast, appeared to have failed. She glanced nervously around, turning her head this way and that. All the teaching assistants were occupied with other students.
That’s when Simon approached.
“If you don’t mind, I can help.”
“Th-thank you, Simon!”
Her eyes brightened as if looking at a savior. Simon moved close beside her.
“The Darkness flow through the magic circle is unstable. Think of Darkness as blood and Rune Language as the brain. Blood needs to circulate properly to nourish the brain. Try making this flow more natural.”
Simon placed his hand over hers as he spoke. Kamibarez’s pupils trembled rapidly.
“Hm? Kamibarez, are you nervous?”
“N-no! I’m fine!”
She cried out, her face flushing red.
“I’ll assist you. Think of this magic circle as a controller, and imagine your body is that Skeleton. You’re moving the Skeleton’s arm to cast the spell. Connect to its consciousness naturally.”
Kamibarez nodded slightly, her face crimson, and managed to move the staff.
“Leading the undead—willpower is the most important thing. It’s not just about casting magic. You need a clear target and the determination to shatter it. Then it’ll work naturally.”
“Ah, I understand!”
She took a deep breath and glared at the Barrier as if to tear it apart.
A Wind Cutter erupted from before her staff—she hadn’t even noticed when it formed—and struck the Barrier.
“That’s it, that’s enough, Simon!”
“Well done.”
Simon laughed. Kamibarez joined in, her face flushed crimson.
“Everyone, pay attention.”
Aaron’s voice cut through the room. Simon hurried back to his seat.
“If you can’t even manage a Wind Cutter, that’s a problem. This is the basics. And from now until the end of this class, I’m assigning you a Practical Assessment task.”
Clatter-clatter-clack.
Clack-clack.
Teaching assistants wheeled in carts laden with hundreds of Rune Language models and staffs.
“From this point forward, you’re going to modify the Wind Cutter spell that Skeleton Mages use, experimenting with whatever materials and approaches you choose.”
“!”
A class like this actually existed? The students’ eyes gleamed with anticipation.
“And by the time the bell rings,”
Aaron’s finger pointed at the Barrier.
“anyone who shatters that passes.”

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