Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 36

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy – Episode 36
Squeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!
Cyclops charged forward with a savage roar.
His target was Meyrin, naturally. She retreated with a weary expression.
‘Come forth.’
Simon grasped an imaginary lever and pulled it down. The subspace beneath the floor opened, and two skeletons sprang out.
‘Advance!’
The skeletons rushed forward at terrifying speed. Seeing this, Cyclops raised the log he held in his hands.
Cyclops was a tool-using monster, and his primary attack was to rip a tree out by its roots and wield it like a club.
Boom!
With a chilling crack of displaced air, one skeleton collided with the wooden club and shattered into pieces. At the same moment, the second skeleton darted in from the flank and thrust its Short Sword forward.
Clang!
As expected, he was solid. The blade passed across him, leaving only a shallow scratch.
The enraged Cyclops twisted his torso and swung the club again.
‘In a situation like this, it’s better to focus on just one.’
Simon clenched his teeth and extended his arm, pouring all his mental focus onto the mind of a single skeleton.
‘Duck!’
Simon’s absolute command fell. The skeleton responded instantly, lowering its frame to dodge the club, then darted nimbly to the side.
“Nice work, Simon!”
Dick’s voice rang out.
Simon could control two Undead at once, but his true strength lay in focusing entirely on a single skeleton. The enraged Cyclops began swinging his club wildly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The skeleton dodged the attacks as if seesaw-ing, and the three observers behind him—not to mention the watching students—dropped their jaws.
Originally, Simon’s role was simply to buy time with the Undead, but he was performing far better than anyone had anticipated.
“Hurry! I can’t hold this much longer!”
“We’re almost ready!”
Dick and Kamibalez prepared Exhaust, the Curse of Exhaustion, while Meyrin prepared Dark Flare, a dark-element spell.
Three magical circles raced toward completion.
Crash!
The skeleton, which had managed to hang on and buy them time, finally crumpled under the club’s impact.
Breathing heavily with burning eyes, Cyclops scanned the area, spotted Meyrin, and charged.
“Gah!”
Simon withdrew two more skeletons from the subspace and sent them out. But the damage from the destruction of his summons had not recovered, and they were broken through by Cyclops’s chariot-like rush.
“It’s ready!”
Dick shouted. Kamibalez also threw both his arms up.
“Exhaust!”
“Exhaust!”
Both magical circles flared and activated simultaneously.
The curse landed perfectly! Cyclops’s movements slowed.
“Got him!”
Dick and Kamibalez’s faces brightened, but Simon’s expression remained tense.
‘Still too fast!’
The curse was reducing his speed far less than expected. Cyclops continued his charge, and Meyrin completed the roiling black flame in her right hand.
Three meters remained between the monster and Meyrin. She gave a fierce shout and swung her right arm. The black fire poured smoke as it flew toward him.
Whoooosh!
The black flame exploded, engulfing Cyclops’s body. Everyone cheered and clenched their fists in triumph when—
Boom!
Bursting through the flames, the crude club came crashing down on her head.
Beep!
[Simulation Failed]
Time elapsed: 2 minutes 11 seconds
Damage inflicted: 26%
Barrier Gauge: 0%
Overall rating: F
……
The misty forest faded away like a page turning in a book, and they were back in the Training Room.
Meyrin lay on the floor, having been sent flying several meters by Cyclops’s club.
“Meyrin!”
“I-I’m fine!”
Everyone rushed over to her in alarm. Fortunately, she appeared unharmed.
She was gripping the floor, wincing as she pushed her upper body upright.
“Meyrin! Meyrin! Are you really all right?”
Kamibalez seized her hand, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Meyrin forced a smile and insisted there was no pain.
—Group 7, well done.
Jane’s voice crackled through the ceiling speaker. Dick jerked upright in alarm, and Simon and Kamibalez moved to either side of Meyrin to help her to her feet.
—You executed your initial plan reasonably well. The summoner’s use of skeletons to divide Cyclops’s attention was particularly impressive.
“Thank you.”
Simon bowed his head.
—However, the rest of your group fell short overall. In theory, locking down his movements with Exhaust and then striking him down with Dark Flare sounds sound enough. In practice, I trust you’ve learned it’s more complicated.
Everyone nodded, their expressions grim.
—The primary issue is lack of skill proficiency. When you cast Dark Flare or Exhaust, minimize errors as much as possible. That’s all.
“Thank you!”
Group 7 shuffled out of the Training Room under the instructor’s guidance.
But then.
“Waaaaaaah!”
The moment they entered the Waiting Room, a roar of cheers erupted.
“…Oh. That startled me.”
Of course, the cheers weren’t for Group 7.
The Training Room next door belonged to Group 3.
Cyclops lay bleeding on the floor, and Hector stood atop him, exhaling slowly with unmistakable composure.
Wisps of black smoke continued to rise from the surrounding ground.
[Simulation Success]
Time Elapsed: 4 minutes 02 seconds
Damage Inflicted: 100%
Barrier Gauge: 98%
Overall Evaluation: A
“…Did you see that? Did they actually finish it?”
“Barrier Gauge at 98%? That means he practically didn’t get touched at all.”
Group 3, the only team to down Cyclops on the first attempt, was riding high. Members converged on Hector, exchanging triumphant high-fives.
—Well done, Group 3.
A rare compliment from Jane, the Vice-Chancellor.
The other students gasped in admiration, and even Hector, usually impassive, broke into a grin.
After Jane finished her detailed remarks, Group 3 finally filed out of the Training Room.
“Wooooo!”
“Nice work, Hector!”
Hector’s supporters chanted his name while other students clapped in congratulation.
“….”
That was when Hector and Simon’s eyes met. Hector glanced at Group 7’s results and smirked. It was the look of someone saying, ‘See that?’
“We will.”
Simon turned at the sound of Meyrin’s voice. Her eyes were blazing like molten embers.
“We’re going to beat them.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“That’s right! This isn’t the time to be discouraged! We still have three more rounds ahead!”
“Let’s go through what went wrong, step by step.”
Group 7 huddled for an emergency strategy session.
“First, like Professor Jane pointed out, the lack of proficiency is our biggest problem.”
Dick spoke up.
“While Simon buys time with skeletons, Kama and I need to cast Exhaust flawlessly and fast.”
“But here’s the thing.”
Simon opened his mouth.
“Exhaust gets stronger the more it stacks, right? Even when both of our first curses landed, Cyclops didn’t slow down all that much.”
As Simon said this, he turned to look at Meyrin.
“Meyrin. You need to be the one dodging.”
“What?”
“Don’t second-guess whether an attack is coming from behind. Assume it’s definitely coming for you, and keep your eyes on Cyclops’s movements. I’ll do my best to protect you.”
Meyrin nodded, her expression steely. Simon stood up.
“You know that technique from Mathuology class? The Trampling Sensation through darkness?”
“Trampling… what?”
“Stand up. I’ll teach you again.”
Simon walked Meyrin through various tips, while Dick and Kamibalez debated the mechanics of the Exhaust spell circle.
“Let’s drop the durability formula.”
“Won’t that make it unstable?”
“High risk, high reward. The important thing is stacking curses fast. Besides, if Meyrin takes even one solid hit, the match is over anyway.”
The round came full circle quickly, and it was Group 3 and Group 7’s turn again. Simon’s party entered the Training Room.
“Come on, let’s do this!”
“Fighting!”
They all rallied their spirits, pushing back the lingering unease with renewed energy.
Moments later, the surroundings transformed into a Grassland, and Cyclops appeared with a roar. Having gone through this once already, the tension had dulled considerably.
The battle began the instant Cyclops spotted Meyrin and charged.
‘Forward!’
As if waiting for the signal, Simon’s skeletons rushed in as well. Again, one took the brunt of the assault while the other clung to Cyclops with stubborn persistence.
‘I have to admit, I’m starting to read the movements.’
Cyclops’s attack pattern wasn’t complicated. There was raw power and speed, but the motions were straightforward—you could tell a swing from an overhead strike just by watching the shoulders and arms shift.
But even with Simon’s skill, the rigid skeleton frame had limits in dodging everything. Eventually the skeleton shattered, and Cyclops rushed at Meyrin.
“Exhaust!”
“Exhaust!”
The two curses landed cleanly again, and Cyclops’s movements grew sluggish. Meyrin had completed her Dark Flare as well.
Overall, there was more breathing room than the first attempt.
“Hah!”
She drew in a sharp breath and unleashed the black flame. Cyclops flinched and raised the club defensively, but the fireball erupting against the wood scattered in all directions, clinging to the creature’s flesh.
—Kyaaaaaaagh!
A shriek of agony tore from its throat as black smoke engulfed Cyclops.
‘Yes! It landed perfectly!’
Dark Flare was certainly an effective weapon. The Barrier Gauge on the Mana Projector showed Cyclops’s health draining rapidly.
“Meyrin! Now the real fight starts!”
“I know!”
Consumed by the searing agony of burning flesh, Cyclops’s gaze locked onto Meyrin. Then it charged forward like something crazed.
Simon sent his skeletons to intercept, but Cyclops, maddened by pain, had abandoned all interest in the Undead.
It threw itself forward, ignoring the skeleton strikes battering its body, driven solely by the need to kill the one who had inflicted this unbearable torment.
And in that moment, Meyrin was preparing her second Dark Flare.
‘Ugh!’
Meyrin cancelled the spell and dropped into a crouch. The club, launched skyward by Cyclops’s swing, came whistling down through the air.
‘The Trampling Sensation…!’
—Boom!
The club crashed into bare earth. Meyrin, reading the strike perfectly, rolled across the Grassland with rough momentum.
“Next attack incoming! Move!”
As Meyrin scrambled to her feet at Simon’s cry, the demon—wreathed in flame and wild with rage—swung its club again.
Meyrin hurled herself sideways with all her strength.
Graze!
The club scraped past her leg. The Mana Projector flashed: “Right leg fracture.”
“Ah!”
“Meyrin!”
Meyrin tried to flee again, but her leg wouldn’t support her weight.
The Training Suit she wore was simulating the fracture’s effects.
“Exhaust!”
“Exhaust!”
The next round of Exhaust landed. Cyclops’s movements visibly slowed, but Meyrin couldn’t dodge with her leg damaged.
“No, no…!”
Crawling desperately to escape, she couldn’t outrun the club descending relentlessly toward her head.
[Simulation Failed]
Time Elapsed: 3 minutes 45 seconds
Damage Dealt: 42%
Barrier Gauge: 0%
Overall Evaluation: E
“So close!”
As the forest dissolved back into the Training Room, Hector exhaled a regretful sigh.
Simon clenched his jaw and nodded. If only the leg fracture hadn’t happened—with Cyclops slowed by the curses, they could have finished it easily.
After hearing Jane’s feedback and stepping out of the Training Room, Group 3 had already cleared Cyclops smoothly. They’d even shaved nearly twenty seconds off the time.
“…This is the last round.”
Kamibalez muttered under his breath. The morale had soured—both Hector and Meyrin nodded grimly in agreement.
“Gather round for a moment.”
Simon spoke. Everyone turned their heads, eyes fixed on him.
“Next time, we’ll clear it without question.”
Fire ignited in Simon’s eyes. Already, the sting of his previous defeat had vanished from his mind.
No.
“I have a surefire strategy.”
He looked as though this impossible challenge thrilled him to his very core.

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