Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 323

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Only minutes remained before class ended.
Teaching assistants were beginning to clear the Training Ground course when Hong Peng approached and spoke to them.
“I’m sorry! Just one more student needs to run the course!”
The assistants looked at Hong Peng with puzzled expressions. Hadn’t all the capable students already gone?
Then Hong Peng clapped her hands and called the students together.
“Everyone, gather!”
Students who’d gone to drink water or scattered to chat came rushing over, and Simon joined them. Hong Peng seated them and spoke.
“So, how was it running through the Training Ground?”
The students raised their voices as if they’d been waiting for this.
“It was fun but so difficult!”
“I couldn’t get the timing right!”
While the students chattered noisily, Hong Peng turned around with a smile on her face.
“Then, as a finale, let’s just watch one more person go through it, and we’ll wrap up today’s lesson!”
Thud-thud.
Kassan walked toward the Training Ground with a displeased expression. Seeing this, Simon let out a quiet laugh.
‘So Professor Hong Peng had this in mind from the start.’
On the surface it was about proving his strength, but she must have recognized his power at a glance. After all, they were both Combat Mages.
“Simon! What’s going on?”
Dick came hurrying over to where Simon stood, breathless.
“Why is Kassan over there?”
“Simon!”
Merin and Kamibarez followed after him. Merin looked at the Training Ground with serious eyes.
“That’s Kassan, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Simon! What happened?”
Simon answered with a smile.
“Nothing serious—we just talked for a bit, and Professor Hong Peng grabbed hold of me.”
Soon, standing before the Training Ground, Kassan spoke to Hong Peng in a clipped tone.
“My movements won’t be of much use as a reference for the students.”
“That’s fine.”
Hong Peng said with a smile.
“It’s enough to show them that Combat Mages like this exist.”
Kassan scratched at the scar on his eye with a displeased expression. Just then, Assistant Bread approached.
“Well, since we’re short on time, let’s start right away, student.”
Kassan nodded. Bread muttered to himself, “The nerve of this kid,” and dropped his arm sharply.
“Start!”
Whoosh!
Kassan began running. Wooden puppets with countless arms spun and rushed toward him. Kassan’s two arms burst into motion.
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!
“Wow!”
Rather than retreating backward and deflecting the arms, Kassan simply ran at full speed as if unbothered, swatting them aside.
The way his head and arm joints bent at unnatural angles was eerie yet impressive.
Thunk!
The first obstacle.
A large jet-black straw ball with an Enchant placed on it came crashing down. The moment Kassan saw it, he simply kicked it away without hesitation.
Bang!
The mass of straw actually flew like a ball far outside the course, and with a loud crack, it hit the ground and burst apart.
And there it was: the second obstacle, three Skeletons charging forward with shields raised.
Kassan, who had been running through the wooden dummies without hesitation, slammed his foot hard against the ground.
Crack!
The floor suddenly split with a deep groove, and the Skeletons stumbled into it. Kassan kicked their shields away and pressed toward the final obstacle.
The wooden dummies multiplied in number, and beyond them, five scarecrows stood in a neat row.
Kassan extended his index finger, and his fingernail darkened to black.
<Kassan Original – Fang>
Screeeech!
The Fang technique, unleashed with a single finger, carved a line of nails from bottom to top. A grey flash severed all five heads cleanly.
“Phew, training complete!”
Bread announced it with a dazed expression.
“…One minute, twelve seconds for a clear!”
“Woooow!”
“Insane!”
“What did I just see?”
The students shot up from their seats. Simon, standing in the back, clapped enthusiastically.
“See that? That guy’s my roommate! Along with Simon! Hahaha!
Dick swaggered excitedly among the Class A students. One of them asked.
“You close with him?”
“Of course! Me and Simon are like sworn brothers!”
Kassan bowed briefly toward Hong Peng, then launched himself out of sight in a blur.
Bread, watching from his instructor’s post, felt a chill run down his spine.
‘…Is that really a student? If I fought him, I’d lose for sure.’
Hong Peng watched the students with a thoroughly satisfied expression on his face.
“Did you all see that? I hope that student’s combat prowess and performance have given you all some inspiring motivation. Well then, that’s all for today!”
“Thank you!!”

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Several things happened over the weekend.
First, they succeeded in dredging up the corpse of the Aberrant Beast from the seafloor. Its condition was quite good, so Vanilla expressed interest in purchasing it, and several other merchants joined the bidding.
It seemed the auction would proceed as appraisers assessed the price.
And from Vanilla’s headquarters came word that while returning the skull of Manus, the former Sword Master and Ancient Undead, posed no problem, since it was an Undead that used no magic and its Dark Element conductivity was poor, it would be unsuitable for a Lich. The lack of bones matching that skull was also cited as a major reason.
So Venya offered to personally search for bones suitable for creating a Lich.
Outside matters were progressing reasonably well, and during the remaining weekend, Simon spent his time in frenzied preparation for the Practical Assessment.
Before creating a Lich, he had to master the lower tier of Skeleton Mage first, and beyond that, studying the four major Curses, advanced Blood Poison training, inventing new Combat Magic techniques, controlling the Divine Beast Akalyion and practicing the kittens’ transformations, learning Legion Commander techniques from Pier—the list went on and on.
Even ten bodies wouldn’t be enough.
Yet he was certain that if he weathered this period well, he would grow far stronger.
It wasn’t just one or two fields becoming stronger—the feeling of upgrading overall as a Necromancer as a whole. With such anticipation, he hardly noticed the fatigue.
And so the weekend passed.
The fourth post-class BMAT, overseen by Card’s Necromancer, Endolas Bodvil.
The second match had begun.
“Go, go!”
“This way!”
As students seeking new Cards scattered rapidly beyond the Kizen Campus, Simon stood at a second-floor window with his arms crossed, watching them disperse below.
[You will be awarded 1 additional point for defeating the next student.]
[Dispersed Boulletis]
A new message appeared on the Card attached to Simon’s chest.
‘So the target changes with each trial.’
He realized he couldn’t afford to be careless. At minimum, one person among all the students was definitely targeting him.
Simon began moving as well.
Dick had pestered him about joining the siege theme next, but Simon decided to put it off.
This time, he had a somewhat personal objective.
‘Ah, she’s moving.’
The one he’d been watching from the window was a girl with black hair.
When she entered the Study Hall building, Simon leaped out the window and quietly followed her from the side.
‘No footsteps.’
Once inside the building, he couldn’t tell where she’d gone.
As Simon turned toward the corridor.
Whoosh!
A blood-red flash came surging at him.
Simon quickly ducked his head out of the way, then drew Darkness to his legs.
Whoosh!
He spun full circle and delivered a sweeping kick, while a blood-red gleam of light hurtled toward Simon’s face.
Crack!
Slash!
His leg and her dagger came to rest mere inches apart in front of his face—separated by nothing more than the thickness of paper.
“…Simon?”
Lorain lowered her dagger, her expression shifting to one of bewilderment.
Simon lowered his leg and smiled.
“Hello, Lorain. Looking for cards again?”

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