Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 319

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Episode 319
The door opened.
Kassan and Simon entered Walter’s Research Office, holding their breath.
“It’s more ordinary than I expected.”
“It is, isn’t it.”
Unlike their first visit, the space had been organized to a reasonable degree.
A neatly arranged desk, a coat rack and cabinet, and a simple tea set alongside shelves of books came into view.
Just the kind of tidy administrative office you’d find anywhere.
Yet Simon felt a twinge of doubt at the sight of this orderly research office. The professors at Kizen were necromancers and obsessive researchers before they were educators.
Aaron’s dragon bones, trembling and alive with grotesque movement.
Bahil’s massive blackboard covered in curse formulas.
Byeol-Ya’s furniture darkened by poison.
A necromancer’s personal space should have reflected their individual character.
Which was precisely why Walter’s utterly impersonal office felt distinctly unnatural.
Click.
Simon started with the drawers. They contained nothing but standard transaction documents, supply purchase lists, and seals.
Click.
Click.
He opened every drawer available, but found nothing worth noting—just mundane administrative clutter.
Creak, creak!
Kassan was now yanking at a locked cabinet.
“Simon, I think there’s something inside this one.”
Simon’s eyes sharpened immediately.
“Can you open it?”
“I’ll try.”
While Kassan began assembling various tools, Simon ransacked the surroundings like a man hunting rats. He checked under the desk, rummaged through the waste bin, and searched the pockets of clothes hanging in the wardrobe.
‘How can there be nothing like this?’
Simon moved to the bookshelf and pulled out several volumes, opening them at random. Among the pages, he spotted passages underlined by Walter.
<Creation begins with doubting the very essence of things.>
Simon photographed the passage with the Mana Camera that Kassan had given him, then turned to another page.
<I don’t wish to believe that death guides me toward another life. It is simply a door that, once closed, remains shut.>
<If the dead could speak to the living as the elderly speak to the young, how much better that would be.>
Some passages were difficult to understand, cryptic utterances without clear meaning. After finishing his photography, Simon continued searching the area.
‘Ah!’
At last he found something of value—a document that appeared to bear Walter’s signature, discovered in a storage compartment.
He spread it out and tried to compare it mentally with the handwriting of the Blood Heavenly Cult’s bishop.
‘I can’t quite tell.’
The two signatures were different in character. The difference was inevitable—they used different languages.
The Blood Heavenly Cult’s bishop, Yuda, had signed in ancient script, while Professor Walter had signed in Continental. He would need to ask Dic for a handwriting analysis.
‘If the two handwritings turn out to belong to the same person, I can use it as crucial evidence.’
For now, he photographed it with the camera.
Click!
Kassan had just unlocked the cabinet. Simon rushed over eagerly.
“As expected from Kassan! What’s inside?”
“There is something, but I’m not sure what it is.”
“Let me take a look.”
Inside the cabinet were boxes containing red vials—a tremendous quantity of them.
Simon recognized them immediately.
‘Blood Coagulation Injections!’
He’d seen them this morning in Blood Magic class, so he was certain. It was unquestionably that liquid designed to accelerate blood production.
-But this is still cutting-edge technology. Mass production is difficult, and we’d be lucky to yield even one after grinding up a hundred Blood Slimes. The supply is extremely limited. So I’m thinking of offering just one student—the one with the highest achievement in this class—the chance to receive a Blood Coagulation Injection.
Simon’s expression grew grave.
‘Why did Walter lie?’
She’d said the quantity was extremely limited, yet this amount could easily supply several entire classes of students.
Simon set his jaw firmly, a look of resolve crossing his face.
‘He wants all of them to receive the Blood Coagulation Injection in this class.’
After a student named Sophie Santana in Class A received the injection, her Blood Flow Magic had become dramatically more powerful.
Even students like Simon, who were naturally skeptical of new things, had become captivated by the Blood Coagulation Injection after witnessing Sophie Santana’s results.
Because the supply seemed so limited, everyone was hoping they’d be the one chosen in the next class.
Walter would administer the injections one by one, demonstrate their efficacy, and continue to amplify the students’ desire for them.
‘No matter how I think about it, something’s off.’
Simon photographed the bottles of Blood Coagulation Injection with the Mana Camera, then pocketed one of them. Kassan, standing beside him, spoke up.
“Won’t it be risky if you take the actual item?”
“I’m just going to swap out one bottle.”
Simon pulled out an empty bottle and a Blood Potion.
He transferred a small amount of the injection into the empty bottle, then filled the gap with the Blood Potion.
“I’m planning to have the contents analyzed.”
“Good thinking.”
Simon returned the bottle to its original position and locked the cabinet.
Kassan straightened his back and asked, “So, did you find all the clues you needed here?”
“Yes.”
He had Walter’s signature, handwriting, and the composition of the Blood Coagulation Injection.
But none of it amounted to what you’d call decisive evidence.
“Kassan.”
“Hmm?”
Simon’s expression darkened. “Don’t you think we should check the basement too? The one they say is dangerous?”

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It appeared to be roughly two to three stories underground in a typical building.
They walked down a long corridor shrouded in darkness so complete that even the immediate surroundings were invisible, both wearing Mana-powered Night Vision Goggles.
“I followed your lead, but I’m not sure about going this far,” Kassan muttered, scratching at his scar.
Simon pressed his temples, where a dull ache had taken hold.
“…Honestly, I’d rather just find proof that Professor Walter is innocent and wash my hands of this whole thing.”
Simon found it just as difficult to suspect others.
But the lack of decisive evidence didn’t change the fact that multiple elements pointed to Walter orchestrating something suspicious.
Countless people desired Kizen’s collapse. If Walter truly was connected to the Blood Heavenly Cult, a second Saint Incident—or worse—could unfold.
And within Kizen, Simon was the only one who suspected Walter and believed he might be involved with the Blood Heavenly Cult—the only one who had faced them directly aboard the Sacred Express Train.
There was no harm in proceeding cautiously. Simon steeled himself with that thought.
“It’s deep.”
Kassan murmured.
“This basement doesn’t match what I knew of this building’s lower levels.”
It resembled an underground bunker.
As the two moved carefully forward, Kassan, who had been leading, stopped in his tracks and raised his clenched fist.
A signal to halt.
‘…Ugh.’
A stench so vile it threatened to rot the nose assaulted them. It was hauntingly similar to the odor they’d encountered in that warehouse stacked with mountains of hearts.
Kassan swept his gaze across the wall and gestured for Simon to look.
Horrific bloodstains were everywhere, their shapes spread across the walls with the raw, naked brutality of a crime scene.
The two pressed their lips together and moved forward, treading as silently as possible.
‘!’
A sudden chill shot up Simon’s spine.
In the darkness, something opened its eyes.
Four of them.
“Kassan, dodge!”
A massive hand erupted from the shadow.
Both men threw themselves aside, and the floor shook with a thunderous crash.
Simon, retreating in haste, poured more mana into his Night Vision Goggles and peered ahead.
‘What is that?’
It was grotesque.
Its skin hung tattered and brown, with sutures marking its joints as if stitched together.
Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be the combined body of two giants sewn into one.
Yet there beat only a single heart—two chambers visible in its chest, pulsing in rhythm. It bore a divided form: one half distinctly feminine, the other masculine.
“A Chimera? It has no intention of letting us pass.”
Kassan readied himself for combat.
The creature leaped, pressed its two legs against the ceiling, and hung upside down, turning its twin faces toward Simon and Kassan in jerking, marionette-like motions.
The way its head twisted and clicked like a doll made the hair on the back of their necks stand on end.
‘It’s coming!’

The thing clinging to the ceiling shook four pairs of limbs as it approached like a spider, and each time those razor-sharp claws scraped the wall, the sound made his ears ache.
“Fall back.”
Kassan stepped forward.
With the steadiness of a veteran, he launched himself upward without a tremor, clenching his fist. Shadow Aura coiled around his knuckles.
Boom!
The fist, packed with the destructive force of a sledgehammer, drove straight into the center of the creature’s male head.
The entire basement shook from the impact, and the monster’s head snapped back violently.
“Tch!”
Kassan’s expression twisted.
“It didn’t go through.”
“What?”
The counterattack came immediately. The female form’s fist descended toward Kassan’s head.
Crash!
Kassan’s body drove straight into the floor. He gasped sharply, pain escaping his lips.
‘Gate Opening!’
Shriek!
Shriek!
As six blade-like tentacles lunged at the creature’s eyes and heart, the monster recoiled and evaded them.
“Tch.”
Kassan staggered to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth with a grimace.
“This is a dangerous Chimera. I’m not sure we can defeat it with just our strength.”
The creature moved like a spider on four pairs of limbs, traversing the floor, walls, and ceiling with fluid ease, circling constantly. It was making masterful use of the cramped space.
“Kassan!”
Simon raised both hands before him.
“I’ll prepare a Curse. Just hold it off for five minutes!”
“Understood.”
Without hesitation, Kassan threw himself at the monster. As Kassan and the creature clashed ferociously, Simon took a deep breath and sharpened his focus.
Thud!
Kassan’s elbow connected squarely with the back of the creature’s head.
The female form’s head slammed downward, but suddenly the joint of its opposite arm came driving down and struck Kassan hard.
His body flew toward the wall.
“It’s nearly immune to physical attacks……!”
Kassan steadied himself, recovering from the impact, and stared at his own fingernails.
‘Should I use Fang here.’
The male form’s fist scraped along the floor as it shot toward Kassan. Kassan’s eyes widened.
‘Black Garment!’
Kassan wrapped himself in a wave of Shadow Aura and met the incoming Chimera’s fist with his entire body. He was pushed back, sliding across the floor, but held his ground through sheer strength, then swung his right arm, which he’d held back.

An enormous grey nail mark tore through the creature’s heart and torso.
And yet.
“!”
The claws couldn’t cut deep, and the wound healed rapidly.
‘The skin and muscle tissue are cut, but the blood inside feels like steel itself.’
Liquid couldn’t possibly have such density. The blood was creating absolute resistance against every attack.
“Kassan! I’m ready!”
Simon rushed forward with Curse Magic Circles erupting from both palms. The creature’s movements slowed as it focused on healing from the Fang wound, which had cut surprisingly deep.
Simon leapt high and attached a Magic Circle to the male form’s head.
‘Next!’
He bounded across the creature’s shoulder toward the female form. She extended an arm to block, but Kassan flew up and struck her attack away with his fist.
Simon successfully attached the Magic Circle to the female form’s head and bounded back into the air.
Mid-jump, he spun his body around to face the creature, then extended both arms to complete the Curse.

The Curse activated.
The male form’s fist, which had been aimed at Simon, changed direction and struck the female form’s face instead.
Crash!
The female form, struck on the same body, swung her fist at the male form in retaliation.
Thud! Smack! Crack! Smack!
The single creature began fighting itself ferociously, its limbs flailing at each other.
“……That’s a remarkable Curse. Where did you learn it?”
“From Professor Bahil!”
The two of them moved swiftly, pushing past the creatures in their path.
And the moment they reached nearly the end of the corridor unscathed—
“……!”
They questioned what their eyes were showing them.
“What… what is all of this?”

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