Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 372

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 372
Simon and Shatel, dressed in duel suits, emerged toward the center of the arena.
Simon studied his opponent’s form.
‘He’s genuinely intimidating.’
A giant.
There was no better way to describe Shatel.
Standing well over three meters tall, he’d grown even since enrollment—now approaching four meters.
Pale gray skin, dark brows, and piercing eyes.
He was like some colossal statue planted square in the middle of the arena, its shadow stretching across the entire grounds and well beyond where Simon stood.
A different species entirely. Simon couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t fighting a classmate at all.
“Both students, shake hands.”
At the referee’s command, Simon had to raise his arm above his head while Shatel let his hang down. They clasped hands.
“Good luck, Shatel.”
……
“First time since the BMAT, huh.”
……
“By the way, why’d you challenge me anyway?”
……
Simon broke into an embarrassed smile.
‘Does this guy not speak at all?’
Following the referee’s next instruction, the two backed away to their starting positions.
“Shatel, fighting!”
“Give us a good clean match this time!”
“Simon~! You’ve got this!”
The crowd’s cheers split evenly down the middle—a perfect standoff.
Shatel had a following thanks to his distinctive, crushing fighting style and his brutal, colosseum-like approach to combat that left opponents looking like pulped meat. He was popular not just among the aggressive male students but with upperclassmen too.
Those rooting for Simon, meanwhile, were largely cheering for his remarkable growth over these months, his genius, and his star quality. The female students’ voices rang particularly loud.
“Simon! Do your best!”
Kamibarez and Dick were holding up placards, cheering enthusiastically. Benya was clapping along when someone suddenly leaped over from the row behind and landed in the empty seat.
“Yeah! There’s a free spot?”
Dick turned at the sight of the girl dropping into the seat beside him.
Pigtails, white uniform jacket worn cape-like over her shoulders—it was the famous Special Case #7.
“Elisa Selin!”
“Hmm?”
She glanced at Dick, her brow furrowing in apparent displeasure.
“Who are you? Why’s some nobody acting familiar?”
The sharp jab landed hard, and Dick leaned back in shock. Elisa covered her mouth, letting out a delighted laugh.
“Just joking. Dick Hayawood. Why wouldn’t I know the Hayawood Trading Company’s son?”
“Oh.”
Dick’s expression shifted to one of recovered pride.
Elisa’s gaze swept sideways.
“That’s Kamibarez of the Ursula Family, and next to her is… ah!”
Elisa rose from her seat, placing a hand over her heart and bowing her head.
“Benya Vanilla. It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Elisa Selin.”
“Hi there~”
Benya waved warmly.
Kamibarez, sitting in the middle, watched Elisa with an expression of mild surprise.
The girl was far more gracious and well-mannered than the rumors suggested.
“A politician, through and through,” she thought.
But Dick was grinning knowingly, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
“Yes, merchant lady.”
Elisa fired back without flinching, then settled into her seat with her knees together and glanced around the immediate area.
“Wait, weren’t you four a unit? Where’s the annoying sky-blue-haired one?”
Kamibarez answered.
“If you mean Merin, she’s preparing for her match at the Third Arena.”
“Ah, scheduling overlap. Shame. I wanted to see her get stomped by Serne.”
—Now, let us begin the duel evaluation between Class A student Simon Polentia and Class I student Shatel Maer!
Rooaaaaarrrr!
The big match was finally underway. As both boys took their combat stances, the arena erupted in cheers from all sides.
“Yeah, go Simon! Beat Shatel cleanly and let’s move on to second year!!”
“Simon, drop dead!”
Dick turned toward Elisa at the sound of her sudden cry.
Drop dead, not kill? That was an odd way to phrase it.
“Slip on something, crack your skull open, get hauled off to the Medical Ward! Go, Shatel, go! Don’t you dare let that Special Case #1 excuse hold you back!”
“……You might as well curse him at this point.”
Dick let out a hollow laugh. Kamibarez, unable to take it any longer, spoke up.
“W-well, that’s right! We should cheer for people we care about! Criticizing someone like that isn’t good!”
“I don’t care—it’s my heart, isn’t it? Simon, fall apart!”
Elisa was less a Shatel supporter and more a Simon detractor.
After all the times she’d been caught up with Simon and come out on the losing end, she’d suffered more than her share.

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And meanwhile.
‘Focus.’
Simon in the Arena stood facing an enormous pressure.
Simply standing across from Shatel sent goosebumps rippling across his entire body, and cold sweat traced down his spine.
“Are both students ready?”
Simon and Shatel nodded at the referee’s question. After confirming both competitors’ conditions, the referee brought down his arm and declared the match underway.
“Match begin!”
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech!
At the sound erupting the moment the match started, the spectators covered both ears.
‘Ugh.’
Simon also furrowed his brow and looked ahead. A colossal Magic Circle lay unfurled before Shatel.
Black needles spun in circles, working to complete the Magic Circle. Simon recognized the technique immediately.
‘Domain Reversal.’
Shatel’s primary Dark Magic art.
Simon had faced it briefly during the Sea-themed 3rd BMAT.
A powerful Dark Earth System that transformed all the soil and bedrock of an entire island into Shatel’s projectiles, firing them at will—a technique already far beyond 1st Year level.
‘I have to block that at any cost.’
Simon, confident in Combat Magic, bent his knees and moved to charge forward.
But.
‘What then, after I close in?’
A simulation played out in Simon’s mind.
His figure split five ways, each attacking Shatel from a different angle, yet all five outcomes ended the same: his body sent flying backward from Shatel’s massive fist.
‘I don’t know where to even begin to unravel this.’
Shatel stood in an ideal martial stance, eyes gleaming with intensity, both fists raised before his chest. If Simon took a solid hit from those enormous fists, his Barrier Gauge would shatter completely in a single blow—guaranteed.
Unfurling such a gigantic Magic Circle so openly was a declaration of ‘confidence.’
Rather than rushing in with Combat Magic to block Domain Reversal outright, it made more strategic sense to prepare a follow-up spell of his own and engage in a firepower exchange.
‘Stay calm.’
Simon traced a circle at his right flank, preparing a Blood Golem Magic Circle as buildup for the Elite Guard.
And with his other hand, he opened a Subspace.
[Appear!]
His hidden card and secret weapon for today’s match—he drew out Herseva.
“Oh! He’s wielding a staff?”
“That’s unexpected. I heard he was good at Combat Magic—doesn’t a staff work against him?”
Simon filtered the spectators’ chatter into one ear while drawing his concentration to its peak.
[Hey, you hear that? They said I’m a negative!]
‘Don’t worry about it, Herseva.’
Soon, everyone in this arena would tremble at Herseva’s power.
But before that.
‘I have to prevent Domain Reversal from completing!’
Simon summoned eight Skeleton Mages from his Subspace onto the arena floor.
“Dark Blaze!”
As Simon thrust his staff forward like a commander, all the skeletons mimicked him, leveling their staffs as they unfurled Magic Circles in unison.
Whoooosh!
Crack!
Eight fireballs, each completed in an instant, streaked through the air trailing pitch-black smoke. Shatel immediately stepped forward and shielded his Domain Reversal Magic Circle with his own body.
Kaboom—!
The searing heat of the blast and the shock wave that followed reached all the way to where Simon stood.
Simon’s brow creased.
‘Why take a direct hit like that with his bare body?’
Shatel’s blessed physique couldn’t be wounded by blades, arrows, or anything with an edge.
Even so, this was still just a duel evaluation, and he wore a Barrier Suit. The only handicap Shatel had was the rule itself—losing the match when his Barrier Gauge hit zero.
But the moment the explosion smoke cleared.
“Whoa!”
“That’s Shatel for you!”
The giant stood unscathed.
Simon quickly checked the screen, but the Barrier Gauge remained at 100%. Looking closer, he could see a veil of darkness coiling around Shatel’s body.
‘That’s the technique from the midterm. The Black Veil.’
It was dark magic of simple principle—wrapping oneself in shadow—but the cost in dark element was staggering, and maintaining it while moving demanded constant concentration. The difficulty of execution was at the highest level.
Either way, Shatel had layered the Black Veil over his suit, recreating his formidable defense. Ordinary attacks would no longer get through.
‘Then next!’
The mages fell back, and this time Skeleton Archers burst from the Subspace.
“All of you—fire!”
Ping! Ping!
Against a Black Veil that covered the entire body, Simon thought arrows infused with dark enchantment would be more effective than raw force.
But Shatel predicted the incoming arrows’ trajectories and thickened sections of his Black Veil in an instant, deflecting them.
His command of the Black Veil had already reached a considerable level.
Then Shatel pressed his palms together.
Eeeeeeeek!
A magic circle completed itself with the same shrieking sound that had echoed at the match’s start. Shatel pressed it hard against the ground beneath him.

Roooaaaaaaaar!
It had begun.
The magic circle’s influence rippled outward, and the arena flooded with dark green. Simon looked around and felt as though he’d stepped into a world of ink wash paintings.
!
Shadows fell over him. He looked up to see rectangular chunks of the arena floor—cleanly severed—raining down from above.
Boom!
Simon scrambled backward to evade. Glancing around, he found the ground beside Shatel had vanished entirely.
“Domain Reversal is complete!”
“Kill him!”
Shatel’s excited fans roared.
As Shatel raised both arms, the arena floor tiles—now transformed into ink-black ink wash—lifted into the air.
And began to rain down.
‘Damn!’
Simon erupted dark element from his legs and bolted forward like madness.
This wasn’t mere debris being flung about. Infused with Shatel’s dark element, the projectiles carried far greater force and durability, their trajectories curved. There was no way to knock them aside or shatter them midair.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Simon’s evasion was remarkable—rooted in solid fundamentals, he somehow twisted free from attacks coming from every direction—yet Shatel’s Domain Reversal expanded its range with each wave, the bullets growing in quantity and size.
[Kid! Behind!]
‘Got it!’
Simon caught the cluster of fragments flying from behind and tried to retreat, but—
Squelch!
The ground suddenly gave way beneath his feet, and he lost his balance. Under the effect of Domain Reversal, Simon wasn’t even allowed to set his feet safely.
‘Damn it!’
This was the Dark Earth System. All ground was the enemy.
Whoooosh!
And now, hurtling toward Simon as he sat sprawled on the arena floor, came an enormous boulder more than ten meters across. The spectators jumped to their feet, desperate to see the moment the match would be decided.
‘Let’s go, Herseva.’
[Okay!]
Whoosh!
Simon gripped the staff in his hand and thrust it toward the incoming massive boulder.
‘Golden Transmutation!’
[Golden Transmutation!]
Crack!
Then something extraordinary happened.
The boulder that touched the staff transformed entirely to gold, then shattered completely into powder that scattered like dust.
Glittering gold particles swept past Simon’s hair.
“Whoa!”
“What was that just now?!”
The audience, along with Shatel himself, showed surprise for the first time.
Shatel’s Domain Reversal’s greatest strengths were its range and intensity.
But the moment it touched the staff, it transformed to gold and shattered.
Spin, spin—
The staff that had danced freely in Simon’s right hand came to a sharp halt before his chest with a crisp snap.
“I’m really sorry about this.”
Simon’s eyes gleamed.
“Shatel, looks like you and I have terrible compatibility.”
By now, Simon’s two arms were wrapped in bandages of gold and black that draped over his suit like garments.
As Simon released his grip on the staff, it plunged deeply into the ground.
The black that had consumed the arena under Domain Reversal began, in turn, to shift into a dense golden hue.
‘Come forth. Mummies.’

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