Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 314

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 314
Kamibarez’s Blood Projectile spell struck true.
The Scorpion that crashed onto the sand thrashed in agony, spraying blood across its entire body.
“Krrgh!”
But Simon’s condition was deteriorating rapidly as the poison spread through him.
“Simon! Are you all right?”
He was anything but all right, but he forced himself to nod.
“It’s trying to flee. We finish this now, while we have it.”
The moment Simon stretched out his arm, the creature turned and bolted.
Segmented plating along the tail section split open, and thick clouds of toxic vapor erupted with a sharp hiss.
Simon had no time to dodge—the poison enveloped him entirely. The noxious cloud was also bearing down on Kamibarez, who stood some distance away.
‘Both of them can’t be poisoned!’
At least one of them had to remain uncontaminated so she could prepare the antidote.
Simon flailed his arm hard, and a skeleton’s Bone Armor gleamed as it flew toward Kamibarez like a shaft of light, fastened itself around her body, and hurled her backward.
“Yelp!”
By the narrowest margin, the poison cloud consumed the space where she’d been standing. Clad in Bone Armor, Kamibarez flew a considerable distance before crashing to the ground.
“Haah—haah!”
Simon gasped for breath as he watched the scene unfold. The impact had jarred Kamibarez, and her Blood Thread release had snapped—now the Scorpion was free and burrowing frantically into the sand.
“Kamibarez…!”
Simon dropped to one knee, his voice strained.
“Chase—!”
“Simon!!”
He couldn’t hold on any longer. His body gave way and he collapsed.
Kamibarez, who had been about to pursue the Scorpion, let out a cry of alarm and rushed to his side, dropping to her knees in front of him.
“Simon! Stay with me! Please, Simon!”
Her eyes brimmed with tears. Simon managed a weak smile to reassure her, then moved his hand.
“We need to extract the poison first.”
“Yes, right!”
The Scorpion hunt could wait until later, but preparing the antidote couldn’t be delayed.
She hastily retrieved her Antidote Kit and pressed what looked like Oil Paper against Simon’s open wound. The paper darkened to green as it absorbed the toxin.
“Keep pressing on it, please.”
Her voice trembled.
Simon had collapsed, leaving her frightened and bewildered, but she still moved with the discipline of a true necromancer—prioritizing what mattered most.
‘If I can just make the antidote, Simon will be fine!’
Fortunately, the poison vapor hadn’t fully dispersed yet.
Even as Simon lay incapacitated by the toxin, he retrieved a skeleton from his Subspace and handed it a piece of paper from his own kit.
The skeleton, unaffected by poison, sprinted into the remaining vapor, gathered the toxic particles, and returned.
“Kamibarez, here—vapor poison composition.”
Unlike the struggling Simon, the skeleton he commanded through pure will moved with remarkable speed and precision.
“Th-thank you.”
She accepted the paper from the skeleton with both hands, bowing respectfully, then laid it carefully in the kit box.
“Now I have samples of both the blade toxin and the vapor toxin.”
“Simon, you need to rest now!”
“I’m fine.”
Even poisoned, his mind remained clear—the advantage of being undead. His will could still command his skeletal servants.
Kamibarez worked to treat him while her eyes darted anxiously about, scanning their surroundings. She never knew when or where the Scorpion might strike again.
“Let me get us to somewhere safe!”
She shoved the Antidote Kit into her Subspace, then wrapped one arm around Simon’s waist and slipped the other beneath his knees.
With a sharp breath—”Hup!”—she hoisted him up.
‘…Hah.’
But there was no escaping the difference in their builds. His position was precariously unstable.
Kamibarez trembled under the strain but held firm through sheer Black Aura Internal Operation.
“I’m going to save you, Simon!”
She staggered forward one laborious step at a time, grunting and gasping with effort. Despite his poison-hazed state, Simon felt a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched her struggle.
“Put me down, Kamibarez. I can walk on my own.”
Besides, being cradled in her arms was agony. At this rate his spine would shatter before the poison had a chance to finish him.
“You can barely move!”
“I have a way.”
Simon decomposed two skeletons and affixed them to his own body. Full-body Bone Armor.
The true power of Bone Armor lay in its exoskeletal reinforcement effect. Simon’s limbs were weak and heavy, but by commanding the armor through his will, he slowly pushed himself upright.
He took one step at a time, and then, as if growing accustomed quickly, moved forward smoothly.
“Let’s go, Kamibarez.”
Kamibarez watched from behind as Simon walked in his Bone Armor, her gaze distant and unfocused.
‘……Simon is truly remarkable.’
Even poisoned with a lethal toxin—the kind that should have knocked him unconscious instantly, the kind that might kill him at any moment—Simon remained composed, analyzing the situation coldly and devising solutions, moving with methodical precision. There was something so extraordinary about him, so mature.
‘Hmm.’
Meanwhile, Simon felt the ache of a headache building. He’d considered sending Kamibarez away, positioning the pendant for recording above his chest, and then secretly channeling his White Magic. But.
‘My current Cure can’t neutralize the venom of a Grade-5 danger-level monster.’
Among White Magic, there existed a healing technique that dispelled poisons and various status ailments—the “Cure” spell. But Simon had focused his training intensively on healing, neglecting Cure somewhat.
He’d relied on the immunity he’d developed through Byeol-Ya’s Poison Magic courses. Now, thinking back on it, he felt a twinge of regret.
‘……If I think of it as focus through selectivity, there’s no help for it. For now, I’ll trust in Kamibarez’s antidote.’
They passed through the desert and entered the relative safety of the forest.
Simon lay on the grass controlling only his skeleton, while Kamibarez was absorbed in manufacturing the antidote.
Her Poison Magic grades ranked in the top tier overall, second only to Blood Magic, and there was a significant gap between her performance and Simon’s. Simon had no choice but to rely on her for antidote preparation.
“I’m starting.”
She placed both hands on her chest, took a measured breath, and began her work.
First, she needed to analyze the toxin quickly. She placed the paper that had absorbed the poison onto Three-Color Paper layered three times over.
The poison spread across each layer of the Three-Color Paper, creating new colors.
“……The red paper turning yellow indicates a neurotoxin class chemical pathway.”
She opened her Poison Magic textbook and began analyzing rapidly.
“The blue paper turning black indicates a sodium pathway. But since the red paper showed the chemical pathway, in this case……”
Kamibarez muttered quickly to herself, layering several more papers over the poison to observe the results.
After observing the color changes in the paper and recording her analysis in notes, she further tested the poison by dropping aqueous solutions and placing fatty substances from her kit to verify if they broke down.
Once you understood a poison’s composition, you could always devise an antidote to counter it.
Meanwhile, Simon, lying on the ground, had directed his skeletons to gather wood and prepare for a fire.
They brought branches and dry leaves, arranged them on one side, constructed a support structure, and hung the Magic Cauldron above it.
“I’ve finished the analysis!”
In that time, she had completed analyzing both the blade poison and the miasma poison. Sweat dripped heavily from her brow as she turned around, her concentration finally breaking.
“Si, Simon!!”
Simon had collapsed, seemingly unconscious.
Alarmed, she threw down her notes and rushed over. When she touched his forehead, it burned with considerable fever.
“………”
Simon was in danger.
No matter how important the practical assessment was, nothing mattered more than Simon’s life.
With grim determination, she grasped the pendant around her neck and reached for the button to declare her withdrawal from the exam.
Tap, tap.
A skeleton tapped her shoulder from behind. It then drew an X with its arm, and began writing a small message on the textbook with a quill pen.
<I’m fine. Don’t you dare give up.>
“……Simon.”
She approached cautiously and placed her ear against Simon’s chest.
As Simon had taught her, his breathing remained steady and his pulse was still sound.
“Ah!”
Kamibarez suddenly realized she was pressed against Simon’s chest and her face flushed crimson as she quickly jerked her head away.
“……If you truly can’t endure it, I’ll press the button.”
Then Simon’s voice came.
“Go make the antidote.”
“Si, Simon.”
Her pupils wavered. After a moment’s hesitation, she rose to her feet, brushed the dirt from her knees, and set her expression with resolve.
“J, just wait a moment! I’ll be right back!”
“Okay.”
Kamibarez picked up the dropped Poison Magic textbook from the ground, tucked it into her belt, and began running through the forest, gasping for breath. She even partially unsealed the seal magic circle on her abdomen, activating the blood of the Ursula Family.
‘Just like Simon has saved me every time!’
She dashed forward, treading on shadows.
‘This time, I’m the one who’ll save Simon!’
By observing the shapes of plants and leaves, she quickly harvested Antidote Herbs, plucked flowers, carefully placed them in her basket, and stored them in her Subspace.
Grrr! Snarl!
An obstacle appeared.
A Hound Dog, a regular forest monster, approached her with a growl, but Kamibarez was too focused on gathering the Antidote Herbs to notice.
With one hand she pulled up the herbs, and with the other she swung her arm behind her head and fired a Blood Projectile without even looking.
Boom!
The hound beasts struck by the Blood Projectile yelped and scattered in retreat.
“Next!”
She flipped open her textbook.
“Werewolf gall bladder. Are there any werewolves in this forest?”
It was impossible to craft a perfectly antidote in the field. She had to find at least something that approximated the effect.
Squeak! Squeak!
A pack of goblins appeared this time.
“Get out of the way!”
Kamibarez unleashed torrents of blood-dark magic, laying waste to everything around her.
The monsters recoiled before the onslaught. The other goblins tried to pursue, but the rest warned them off—that human was insane.
But if such a commotion erupted like this.
A deep growl rumbled forth.
The likelihood of the alpha creature emerging was bound to increase.
The master of this forest, the massive bear Crimson Bear, blocked Kamibarez’s path.
“Get out of my way!!”
Kamibarez cried out, her eyes burning a vivid scarlet.
As a murderous Dark Element erupted from her body, Crimson Bear’s expression stiffened, and remarkably, he began to back away, step by cautious step.
‘Found it!’
In that opening, Kamibarez dashed forward, tore free the White Flower—a crucial antidote ingredient—and thrust it into her Subspace.
‘Simon! Please hold on!’

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‘Hmm.’
Simon, intoxicated by poison and drifting in and out of consciousness, had discovered a new method of training.
Now that his mind had grown hazy, he could instead feel deeply into his body’s interior and the flow of his Dark Element.
As it turned out, Byeol-Ya’s lessons had borne fruit—the elements within his body were actively resisting the poison. His form was adapting, and antibodies seemed to be forming bit by bit.
In this state, Simon could control the elements resisting the poison. They began to compress the foreign matter and drive it to one side.
‘This way.’
Simon gripped a Short Sword in his hand and made a shallow incision across his abdomen.
‘Cure.’
He felt the poison rapidly neutralize. Simon sealed the wound again with Cure, then resumed fighting the poison.
‘There’s no time to lie around just because I’m poisoned.’
The higher stage of ‘Blood Poison’—Byeol-Ya’s ultimate goal—Simon was awakening to it on his own.
And on top of that, he was training in Cure, which he had neglected until now.
‘So this is what training becomes when you’re poisoned. Actually, it’s starting to feel fun.’
Pure work addiction.
Simon’s body trampled through adversity and advanced toward ever greater heights.

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