Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 360

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 360
Glass Tower, Circular Staircase.
Simon and his companions were rushing up the stairs without pause.
Not content with simply bounding up the steps, they vaulted off the railings, leaping from one landing to the next.
At this pace, they should have arrived quickly enough.
But a voice wailed from above—
Another shriek joined it.
Obstacles. As if determined to bar their ascent, four-legged zombies poured endlessly from each floor, an unbroken tide.
[Out of the way!]
Prince’s eyes flashed, and several zombies descending from the ceiling suddenly bore the same luminous gaze.
Simon raised his left hand—the one not holding his sword—and clenched it into a fist.
‘Corpse Explosion!’
Thunder cracked in rapid succession, and the remains of zombies rained down.
“My! Do be careful, Simon.”
Serne somehow produced an elegant umbrella and opened it with a flourish. Tap-tap-tap—zombie bits scattered across its canopy.
“I nearly got something dreadfully filthy on myself.”
‘…Quite composed,’ Simon thought.
Serne had attached a few feathers to her back and was drifting through the air with practiced grace.
Whether through some trick of weight-shifting or the umbrella alone, she hung suspended in space as if weightless.
“But Serne! Do you remember which floor we’ve reached?”
As he spoke, Simon swung the Sword of Ruin. Three zombies lunging at him split apart simultaneously.
“Fifteenth,” Kassan answered instead.
With feral grace, he bounded off the railings, his claws raking through the air. Zombies tore like paper wherever he struck.
“And Sasha’s hospital room was on the 37th floor.”
“We’re not even halfway there? Ugh, how tedious~”
Serne gestured, and her feathers shot forward like homing arrows, embedding themselves in zombie skulls. The limp corpses crashed through windows and tumbled into the void.
[Hyah! Hidden Card Punch!!]
Prince’s fist drove forward, and a savage shockwave rippled outward, hurling every descending zombie aside.
[Hey! The more I think about it, something’s wrong here!]
Prince called out as he struck.
[Zombies keep pouring down from above! It just keeps happening!]
Kassan nodded in agreement.
“Someone seems to be channeling zombies from outside into the building through some sort of portal.”
Simon’s expression grew grave. He didn’t know who was behind it, but whoever it was clearly didn’t want them reaching the upper floors.
“We need to move faster.”
His Intangible Cloak billowed around him.
Simon planted one foot on the railing and launched himself upward.
“Everyone, pick up the pace!”
[Faster? That’s impossible!]
“You know what, Prince?”
Simon glanced back at him.
He raised his right hand, sweeping back his sweat-dampened hair with as much grace as he could muster, and flashed a brilliant smile. Droplets of sweat caught the light and shimmered.
“A true hero grows stronger the more he’s tested.”
[!!]
Prince’s eyes went wide as saucers.
As if struck by revelation, his entire body trembled with electric energy.
[Those words just now…!]
Prince clenched both fists and stamped down hard on the railing.
[That’s so cool!!]
He straightened his bent knees and suddenly charged alone at the incoming zombies.
[A hero!]
Prince’s right fist, wreathed in Darkness, struck with a shockwave that scattered the descending undead.
[Trials!]
His left hand followed with another thunderous blow, hurling more zombies away.
[Growing stronger!]
Watching Prince bound across the railings with maximum force, demolishing every zombie in sight, Serne tilted her head quizzically.
“What’s gotten into that kid?”
Simon felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, and he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“…Prince has always been fond of lines like that.”
Benefiting from Prince’s rampage, the remaining three dealt with the stragglers easily as they climbed the Circular Staircase.
Prince let out all manner of shouts, his face flushed with exhilaration.
[Simon! You were right!!]
Then, mimicking the pose Simon had struck earlier, he swept his forelock back with his right hand while drawing his other across his face, eyes alone peeking through.
[The more trials I face, the stronger I become!]
Serne cried out loudly.
“Wow—that’s amazing! Hero!”
At those words, Prince’s face flushed crimson. He snorted once, bellowed “Leave it to me!” and swept away the descending zombies in a torrent.
“Is this how you do it?”
Serne lowered her hand, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. Simon gave a wry smile.
“……Well, you’re getting better.”
“It seems the old saying about Ancient Undead being the most mysterious beings in the world might be true.”
Thus they reached the 30th Floor on the back of Prince’s brilliant performance.
The 30th Floor had a ceiling, and to ascend further they would need to find stairs in another route.
[Huff! Gasp! Hah!]
Prince lay sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily and ragged.
“You alright?”
“That was amazing! Hero!”
Simon and Serne stood beside him, industriously fanning him. Prince, still heaving, shot them both a pointed glare.
[You two wouldn’t happen to be trying to use me with honeyed words, would you?]
“Oh, come now~”
Serne’s eyes curved with a fox-like gleam.
“So many more people should have witnessed your heroic side~”
[…….]
As Prince’s suspicion did not waver, she clasped both hands together and continued with a note of regret.
“But there’s nothing for it. A true hero fights villains faithfully, even when the citizens don’t acknowledge him.”
[!!]
The switch had been flipped again—Prince sprang to his feet.
[Yes, yes! That’s the kind of talk I like! You’re right! I’ll keep fighting hard, whether anyone recognizes me or not!]
Serne turned toward Simon and winked.
‘……She handles Prince even better than I do.’
“Be quiet.”
Meanwhile, Kassan ran his palm smoothly along the wall.
Then he stopped, struck it lightly with his fist—the illusory magic dissolved away, revealing a massive Magic Circle beneath.
“As expected. It’s a Magic Circle designed to draw zombies from outside into the building.”
Kassan gathered Shadow Aura into his fist and drove it through; the Magic Circle shattered completely.
“That should stop the supply of zombies. Let’s move.”
“Right!”
The four ran forward again. The 30th Floor was a corridor dividing the lower and upper sections.
Beginning at the 31st Floor, this was where all manner of classified knowledge and top-secret materials were stored. As it was a restricted area off-limits to civilians, only those of verified credentials could enter.
“This way.”
Kassan ran ahead with familiarity, leading the three others onward.
An expansive vista opened before them.
Warm air brushed against their skin, and trees and plants flourished throughout the building as if in a tropical region. This vast space, too, had multiple floors within it.
‘The 37th Floor.’
Simon quickly counted the levels on his fingers. Sasha’s sickroom lay seven stories above.
Just then.
[Welcome. Members of the 7th Legion and Kizen.]
All four stopped in their tracks, glancing frantically about.
“Watch out! This is……!”
Before Kassan could finish, something white hurtled toward them—and with a bang, Kassan was sent flying.
“Kassan!!”
-Aaaaagh.
A white zombie.
Its entire body was pale, its frame muscular and massive—well over two meters in height. Five eyes dotted its face.
As a Necromancer, Simon recognized it as a zombie at once, yet it radiated an entirely different caliber than ordinary undead.
[Do you feel it, boy!]
Just then, Pier—focused on the combat—spoke up.
[That’s a Legionized zombie.]
“What?”
Another white zombie charged forward, attacking Serne. She drew a Feather and deployed a Shadow Aura barrier, but was pushed back steadily.
“Oh my.”
Serne blinked, startled by the sudden display of power.
[Who are you! Reveal yourself!]
Prince shouted.
Just then, footsteps echoed, and a figure emerged from a level three stories up. Through Pier’s connected thoughts, Simon felt a surge of potent hostility.
[So it was him after all!]
‘Pier, do you know who this is?’
[An Ancient Undead from the Magnus Legion—the Zombie Butler.]
The Zombie Butler’s appearance was almost perfectly ordinary, save for his deathly pale skin. He wore butler’s livery and a monocle.
Most striking was the immense aura of darkness radiating from his entire form.
That presence alone proclaimed him an Ancient Undead.
[A pleasure to make your acquaintance.]
He bowed respectfully, his posture impeccable. Simon’s expression hardened.
“Are you the architect of all this?”
[As you can see, I am.]
The Zombie Butler straightened and continued speaking.
[Our Legion Commander wishes to speak with the 7th Legion Commander. Would you do us the honor of accompanying me?]
[Nonsense—]
Before Simon could respond, Prince burst forward at blinding speed toward the Zombie Butler.
[Get out of my way!!]
Prince’s fist drove forward, trailing a massive shockwave in its wake.
Thud.
Yet with utter composure, the Zombie Butler caught Prince’s fist in his palm.
[Ah!]
[You too are an Ancient Undead descended from zombie stock.]
The Zombie Butler’s left hand shot out.
[As one zombie to another, allow me to demonstrate.]
Whoooosh!
His hand pierced clean through Prince’s chest and emerged from his back. Prince coughed up blood, gasping.
“Prince!”
Simon cried out in alarm. The body that had deflected blades and arrows with ease now bore a gaping hole through it.
[Surely that wasn’t the end? How disappointing.]
Then black energy surged from Prince’s form like a fleeing soul, and his body reverted to the shape of an ordinary zombie.
[Hmm?]
Whoosh!
Now a new zombie Simon had launched with Legionization shot forward like a bullet.
With a thunderous crack, black lightning struck the zombie from above.
[Kill me as many times as you like!]
The zombie transformed back into Prince’s shape and hurled a punch.
[I’ll resurrect and strike you down each time!]
Boom!
The Zombie Butler raised his elbow hastily to block the attack.
[A resurrection ability? Impressive indeed.]
[Shut your mouth!]
Prince twisted his waist and lashed out with a spinning kick, but the Zombie Butler parried it with ease.
[Give back Achemous!!]
[Achemous?]
[He was supposed to join our Legion!]
[I see.]
The Zombie Butler retreated a step and smiled.
[Ah, you speak of the former 7th Legion’s Ancient Undead. I’m afraid that’s impossible. He now belongs to the 5th Legion.]
Having said this, the Zombie Butler let out a sigh.
[His loyalty to a disbanded Legion is remarkably stubborn—he scarcely listens to reason.]
[What have you done to Achemous!]
[We’ve imprisoned him and subjected him to interrogation. Until he pledges his allegiance to Magnus.]
Fury blazed in Prince’s eyes like wildfire. He roared and charged forward.
“Your opponent is not me.”
Snap!
The Zombie Butler flicked his fingers, and a white zombie erupted from the ground, launching a fist.
With a cracking sound, Prince’s body hurtled dozens of meters through the air.
Crash!
Prince smashed through a nearby fountain as he rushed in. But in the darkness of the collapsed rubble, his eyes gleamed with sudden awareness.
[This much I can handle!]
Prince activated his Crown Ability, attempting to seize control of the white zombies.
But then.
[Ah, it won’t work?]
[You possess the ability to command zombies as well, I see. However, it has no effect on these creatures.]
The Zombie Butler smiled.
[The White Ghosts are elite soldiers that I alone have created, and they obey only my commands.]
Those white zombies were undeniably strong. Kassan was fighting one nearly to a stalemate, and even Serne found herself pinned down by another.
[Besides, Commander of the 7th Legion.]
The Zombie Butler’s gaze returned to Simon.
[I make the offer once more. Shall we not go to meet our Legion Commander?]
“I refuse.”
Simon’s voice came cold and flat.
“Unless I’ve lost my mind, there’s no reason for me to face that person.”
[That’s a pity.]
He snapped his fingers.
[I regret having to resort to such means.]
“……!”
Simon’s eyes widened. Someone was approaching through the darkness-shrouded corridor.
A Necromancer in a raven-black cloak. And beside him, a girl—unconscious, suspended in the air, bound by a rope woven from Shadow Aura.
“Sasha!!”
[The girl you saved at the cost of your life in the neutral zone. If you wish to save her life,]
the Zombie Butler extended his hand.
[disarm yourself and come here.]
Simon bit his lip until blood came.
“Wait! Simon!”
Serne cried out while contending with a white zombie.
“Come to your senses! You’re not actually going just to save some kid, are you?”
[Of course.]
The Zombie Butler snapped his fingers a third time.
Thud.
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
White zombies emerged from each floor. Their number easily exceeded twenty.
Prince and Kassan stiffened and retreated backward.
[Even if you abandon this girl and choose to fight, you have no chance of victory. We have a current Raven on our side as well.]
As if to prove the point, Evangellos let out a low, menacing chuckle.
[The barrier erected throughout the Glass Tower prevents you from seeking help from outside. Now then, this is my final offer. Disarm yourself and come here.]
“…….”
Simon closed his eyes, lost in thought.
After that long, agonizing silence, Simon opened his eyes.
Clang!
He dropped the Sword of Ruin to the ground.
“Fine. I understand.”
[Boy!]
The moment Simon severed his mental link with Pier, Pier’s Bone Armor that had clung to Simon’s body dissolved and fell to the floor.
“Simon! Judge this rationally!”
Kassan shouted while blocking the white zombie’s onslaught. Simon clenched his jaw and stepped forward toward the Zombie Butler with heavy footfalls.
[Excellent. You are a man of reason, I see.]
The Zombie Butler smiled.
[You damn fool!!]
Prince screamed and lunged at Simon, but was intercepted mid-charge by a white zombie’s fist and sent flying.
[As long as you come, everyone’s life will be spared. Come now.]
The distance between Simon and the Zombie Butler grew smaller. With each step, the Zombie Butler’s smile deepened.
[Yes. Just a little more, just a little more……!]
“But you know,”
As he approached, Simon let a faint smile play across his face.
“Don’t you think this is too easy?”
Crunch!
In that instant, the Zombie Butler felt his breath catch. Suddenly, tremendous pressure seized his throat.
[!]
Before he knew it, his neck was being crushed by what looked like a dark blue cord, tightening relentlessly.
But it wasn’t just his neck. His entire body was ensnared in the binding.
[Ahhh~]
The Zombie Butler felt his hair stand on end. Evangellos, his mouth twisted into a demonic grin, was binding him with threads of pure black.
[You… you didn’t betray us, did you?! Evangellos!]
[Betray?]
From Evangellos’s mouth came a voice that sounded distorted.
[I was never—]
Crack.
Half of Evangellos’s face crumbled away.
What lay beneath was a woman’s face.
[I was never on your side.]
The Zombie Butler’s expression froze solid.
‘A trap!’
It wasn’t Evangellos. That presence was unmistakably an Ancient Undead.
[Nice work, Erzsebet!!]
Prince shouted with delight.
The Zombie Butler desperately summoned Dark Element across his body to break free.
Dart!
Simon rushed toward him at terrifying speed. Pier’s Bone Armor, which had been lying on the floor, flew through the air and affixed itself to him, and the Sword of Ruin appeared in his hand in the next breath.
And then.
Thrust!
The Sword of Ruin—which prevented regeneration—drove deep into the Zombie Butler’s abdomen.
[Ngh, aaaaaargh!]
The Zombie Butler screamed in agony. Simon turned his head back.
“The act is over now.”
Those words fell like a curse.
Smash!
Clang!
Kassan crushed a White Ghost’s face with his elbow, and Serne severed another’s neck with a feather blade.
[This… this is impossible!]
The Zombie Butler spoke through trembling pain.
[How long have you known?!]
“Not long. But more importantly—”
Simon began examining the Magic Circle inscribed across the creature’s body.
The Zombie Butler thrashed, but when Erzsebet flicked her fingers, spider silk wound tightly around his entire form, immobilizing him completely.
“Found it.”
Simon lightly tore the surface of the Magic Circle with his greatsword, then seized it and wrenched it to the side with all his strength.
Screeeeeech!
The Zombie Butler shrieked. From the artificially stretched Magic Circle, an alien human eye burst forth.
“You’re watching, aren’t you? Magnus.”
Simon smiled thinly as he spoke.
“Let’s make a trade. If you want this creature alive—”
Simon’s plan had been from the beginning.
“Bring me Achemous.”
His true objective was to reclaim his father’s Ancient Undead.

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