Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 309

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 309
Simon entered Aaron’s Research Lab.
Aaron had called him in to discuss the lesson that had just concluded.
“Right then.”
Clink.
Aaron set down his teacup.
“You watched my battle with Magnus?”
“I did.”
The four colossal Undead Warships that Aaron commanded.
Magnus had dismissed them as trite, noting their numerical limitations, but Simon’s chest had burned watching them unfold.
‘To bind so many undead together into a single system like that…’
Ever since, Aaron’s Hive Magic had been haunting his thoughts. Then, searching through fragments of Rune Language, he’d found the rune at the foundation of it all.
‘The Rune of Transmission.’
Reading the description beneath the rune, Simon grasped the principle and acted at once.
The Magistae System that students operated from their seats wasn’t assembled individually—the entire practice room’s magic circles connected as one unified network.
So Simon accessed the system’s main architecture using the Rune of Transmission, imbued it with his own Dark Element, and simply issued an Absolute Command.
He ordered every Skeleton Mage in the classroom to re-cast the spell he’d just used.
It was only possible in Aaron’s lessons through the Magistae System.
‘Theoretically, one might imagine such a thing, but executing it boldly in so little time—that’s the mark of true genius.’
Aaron turned to look at Simon.
‘The boy says he recreated my Hive Magic, but he merely borrowed the concept. He wielded Black Magic of an entirely different nature, yet achieved the same effect.’
As the genius boy sipped his tea and grimaced at its bitter taste, Aaron couldn’t help but smile inwardly.
“Professor, there’s something I’d like to discuss.”
This time Simon spoke.
Though Aaron had invited him here, Simon had been planning to visit anyway.
“Go ahead.”
“The Magical-type Undead creation project.”
Simon’s eyes brightened.
“There’s something I’m personally desperate to create.”
“What is it?”
Given how unpredictably brilliant the boy was, Aaron was already dreading the answer.
In truth, simply attaching an unusual spell to a Skeleton Mage would constitute success in the undead creation project. Yet from his very first practical assessment, this student had pulled off the audacity of commanding other students’ Skeleton Mages.
His perspective was fundamentally different from that of his peers.
“Just a moment.”
Simon rummaged through his pack and withdrew the Summoning Magic Textbook, then flipped to the back pages.
“Ah, found it. Look here. I’m not sure if this will be covered later in class, but—”
Aaron steeled himself and took another sip of tea.
Whatever kind of Skeleton Mage the boy was about to propose, he resolved not to flinch.
“When can I create a Lich?”
Pfft!
Aaron spat out his tea mid-sip.
Simon’s face, which had worn an innocent expression as he asked while pointing at the textbook, suddenly glistened with moisture.
“Rein it in!!”
Aaron cried out, then clutched his throat coughing.
“Is that something taught in third year?”
“A Lich—”
Aaron’s voice grew hoarse.
“—is not taught in this school!”
“What?”
“It’s a supreme-tier undead! A summoning spell so difficult that even seasoned professional necromancers don’t dare attempt it!”
Simon lowered the textbook, tilting his head in confusion.
“Then you can’t make one either, Professor?”
‘This damn brat…’
Aaron pressed his forehead and drew a long breath, then extended his arm.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
A Subspace tore open behind Aaron’s back.
Clang—
“!”
Suddenly the entire Research Lab seemed to drowse under a veil of shadow.
From the Subspace, something protruded—a hooded form—and what gleamed within that hood was not a human skull but a death-lit, luminous skeleton.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
Simon felt his heart pounding.
He’d never heard his own heartbeat so loudly before.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
And when that creature’s upper body emerged from the Subspace, Simon realized the sound wasn’t coming from his own chest.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump! Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
It was,
the Lich’s heart.
‘This… is possible?’
Inside the sternum visible through the tattered robe, a blood-red heart was unmistakably beating.
An undead.
A dead thing.
With a beating heart.
“The reason a Lich is called the pinnacle of magical-type undead is because it employs a special heart called a Life Vessel.”
Soon the Lich fully emerged from the Subspace. Chains wound tightly around its tattered robe, it clutched a gnarled wooden staff in its skeletal hands, and its eye sockets glowed with an eerie crimson light.
“Do you understand why the heart is employed?”
Simon swallowed hard and nodded.
“…To operate an independent Core. Isn’t that right?”
“Correct.”
To enable more powerful Dark Magic, necromancers installed beating hearts in the dead and had them operate Cores as well—their obsession left Simon breathless.
It was truly remarkable.
Was such a thing even possible?
Then the Lich slowly turned its head to face Simon.
A skeletal hand protruding from the robe seized Simon’s jaw and lifted it upward.
‘Ugh!’
Cold sweat poured down Simon’s face, leaving him paralyzed.
The crimson glow that served as pupils swept downward, gazing at Simon’s chest. Its lower jaw moved slowly, and its mouth opened wide.
Screeeeeee!
Just as the Lich’s jaws yawned to strike at Simon’s left chest,
“Enough.”
The slack chains suddenly coiled tightly around the Lich’s body.
Aaron swept his arm, and the chains dragged the Lich back into the Subspace.
The Subspace closed completely.
“Ha… ha…”
The suffocating pressure that had gripped him finally eased. Simon exhaled in relief as Aaron opened a window to air out the Research Lab.
“Now—”
Aaron turned back to Simon and continued.
“You understand how foolish what you said really was, don’t you?”
“I want to create one!”
“You absolute madman…”
Aaron stopped short, unable to bring himself to curse at a student, and covered his face with his palm.
Simon rose from his seat with bright, eager eyes.
“Teach me how to create a Lich! Please!”
He’d intended to shock the boy into giving up, but instead he’d only kindled his desire further.
‘What am I supposed to say? You can’t do it. It’s Dark Magic that a 1st Year doesn’t even touch. But how can I say that…?’
Simon had done the impossible before.
He’d mastered Full Bone Armor—what 2nd Years learned—in the first semester, and in the second semester he’d successfully created a Blood Golem, which was a 3rd Year Dark Magic technique.
There was no stopping this genius with ordinary common sense.
Aaron walked slowly toward the bookshelf in the corner of the Research Lab.
He opened the glass door and pulled out one thick, ancient tome, then tossed it over.
“Catch.”
Simon stretched out both hands and received the ancient book with difficulty, cradling it like a treasure.
“If you study that book and come back having at least grasped the basics of a Lich, I’ll consider it.”
A bright spark of intelligence flickered in Simon’s eyes.
“Thank you, Professor! I’ll create one and come find you soon!”

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In the classes that followed immediately after, the professors all announced the schedule for the practical assessments.
With the fourth BMAT streamlined and replaced by post-class BMAT sessions, a barrage of practical assessments was being unleashed instead.
And just as Aaron had pre-announced the final, highest-difficulty practical assessment task of “Magical-type Undead Creation,” the other professors did likewise.
For Professor Bahil, who taught Curse Magic, the assignment was “Curse Synergy.”
“Create a curse that produces synergistic effects using three or more curses.”
In other words, students had to either discover their own combination—where applying three or more curses would trigger some powerful effect—or
create a single curse incorporating three or more curse formulas that naturally generated a synergistic result.
Other students were in an uproar about the difficulty, but Simon was different.
‘This feels somehow……’
For Simon, the answer was already laid out.
If he mastered the Four Great Curses that Bahil had assigned and constructed Compelonya, it would resolve itself naturally. Simon decided to simply continue with his usual curse studies.
Then came the next class, and in Hong Peng’s Combat Magic course, an equally grueling practical assessment awaited.
“You’ll spar one-on-one with the teaching assistants using Combat Magic and win! Simple, right?”
By this point, the students’ faces had taken on expressions of despair.
Protests echoed from all corners of the room.
“Professor! We can’t beat them even if we use our full strength without Combat Magic!”
“It’s impossible!”
Students rarely voiced complaints to a professor. Teaching assistant Bred, standing behind Hong Peng, made a “swoosh” gesture and gave them a reassuring look with his eyes.
“Of course.”
Hong Peng clasped his hands together and smiled.
“The teaching assistants will have handicaps! We’ll make sure you’re not completely overwhelmed!”
Even knowing there would be handicaps didn’t provide much comfort.
“……Sparring with a teaching assistant? I’m going to get pounded for real.”
Merin hugged her knees and grumbled. Both Dick and Kamibarez wore expressions of dread as well.
But Simon was thinking something different.
‘I’ve done something similar before.’
Last semester, teaching assistant Bred had picked a fight with him over the issue of being Hong Peng’s direct disciple, and they’d had a match.
Of course, that was under the condition that Simon would win by landing just one blow, and without such a handicap, he’d have no chance of victory.
“Come on, let’s train harder in preparation for that final practical assessment day!”
After Combat Magic came the next class—the problematic Hemomancy course.
In the Classroom at the Hemomancy Practice Range, Professor Valter also announced the highest-level practical assessment.
“The heart.”
Valter said it abruptly.
“Your final practical assessment is to prepare and demonstrate dark magic related to the heart.”
‘……This man really does love hearts.’
Simon rested his chin on his hand and thought so. The memory from the Fish Market was still vivid.
What did he intend to do with so many hearts—enough to pile up like a mountain?
That’s when Simon’s eyes went wide.
‘Ah. The Life Vessel!’
If it was dark magic related to the heart, then the Lich’s Life Vessel would count as well.
In other words, if he simply completed the Lich, he would essentially be securing top marks on both the Summoning Magic and Hemomancy practical assessments.
Simon grew increasingly serious about creating the Lich. Just then, Valter, who had been earnestly explaining the theory, put down his chalk and spoke.
“Now I’ll give you some time to take notes.”
Scratch, scratch.
While the students were copying down the hemomancy formulas densely packed on the blackboard, Simon turned his head slightly.
A familiar friend sat in the seat next to his.
“Toto.”
Simon called to him in a low voice. Toto immediately understood and turned his head.
“Want to go to the Club Room after class?”
Toto nodded.
“Yeah! I’d like that!”
He thought he should meet with Benya and discuss it. Simon’s imagination began to take flight.
‘What kind of heart would make a good Life Vessel?’

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