Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 373

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 373
Ahhhhh—!
The staff planted in the ground, Herseba poured forth blinding brilliance.
The black floor of the ink-wash painting that Domain Reversal had consumed began to transform into a dense golden hue.
“This is insane……!”
Elisa, watching from the Spectator Stands as Special Exception Number Seven, broke into a cold sweat.
“That’s not black magic! It’s an Innate Ability!”
“Eheheheheh!”
Dick, sitting beside her, let out a sinister laugh. Elisa quickly turned her head.
“Hey, merchant! What’s going on?”
“As you can see, Simon is now capable of such things~”
She wrinkled her nose.
“Stop showing off and answer me! Did Simon have this Innate Ability from the start? Or has he been hiding his strength all this time, and now that his opponent is Shatel, he’s doing his best?”
“Simon……!”
The answer came from beyond Dick. Kamibarez placed a hand over her heart and spoke with a serious expression.
“He has never held back once.”
Benya, sitting beside her, nodded in agreement.
Elisa’s expression grew slightly embarrassed.
“Ah, I see. Why are you both so stern about it?”
“As that implies—”
Dick shrugged.
“That’s a power Simon has newly equipped.”
“……But Innate Abilities are inborn powers, so what nonsense is this?”
“Hehehehe! If you don’t know, just sit back and admire! And judging by the fact that Simon is using such a technique here, it doesn’t look like he intends to hide his strength.”

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Inside the Arena.
“……”
Shatel was bewildered.
Even as the power of Domain Reversal applied across the entire Arena, the floor turned golden by that staff’s might refused to move.
A force opposing Domain Reversal. Even at this very moment, the golden earth pressed back Shatel’s domain, expanding its territory bit by bit.
And standing firm upon that golden earth, a boy.
Simon Polentia.
Over the Duel Suit he wore, something like a pennant or bandages spiraled around, functioning as clothing. That would be neither the Black Garment of Combat Magic nor the Dark Veil.
An Innate Ability.
Simon Polentia was now wielding an Innate Ability.
“Surprised, are you?” he said.
Simon raised both his hands with a faint smile.
“The counterattack starts now.”
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
Following his gesture, the entire Arena trembled, and something rose from the golden earth.
“!”
Those were rooftops of buildings. Not just one or two.
An entire “city” emerged from the buried depths of the ground.
Thud-thud!
Countless footsteps echoed across the golden floor.
From the doors of buildings just created, mummified creatures wrapped in bandages swarmed out.
From all corners of the Spectator Stands came screams and gasps of terror.
“Mirra!”
“Those are really Mirra!”
Murmur-murmur-murmur!
At the appearance of ancient Undead spoken of only in legend, the entire Spectator Stands was seized by shock.
Shatel could not remain passive. He triggered Domain Reversal at a point Herseba’s golden transformation had not yet reached, sending the floor skyward like a bullet.
Seeing this, Simon quickly ducked behind one of the buildings.
Crash!
Screech!
The collision between floor and golden structure released a thunderous roar that felt as if it would split eardrums.
“Attack!”
At Simon’s command, the Mirra began to advance one by one.
In appearance, they resembled zombies wrapped in bandages. Yet they were larger, faster, and moved with far more natural grace than any zombie.
Shriek-shriek-shriek-shriek!
Watching the Mirra surge forward in a tide, Shatel’s expression grew grave as he concentrated on wielding Dark Magic.

He raised an earthen City Wall across the front to block the Mirra’s advance, then lifted every scrap of debris, soil, and gravel from the Arena into the air.
Crunch! Crackle!
In midair, he reassembled the fragments, shaping them through precise steps until their edges sharpened into needle-pointed spikes.
When Shatel lowered his palm—the signal came.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!
A barrage of physical force swept across the entire city.
“Wow……!”
Gasps of awe erupted from various points in the Spectator Stands.
Simon building a city, and Shatel razing it to dust.
Their duel had already transcended the bounds of any ordinary Duel Evaluation.
Dust swirled up.
A haze enveloped the entire city.
“…….”
Shatel, who had unleashed such devastation with a single gesture, watched the screen with a placid expression. When he checked the Barrier Gauge, disappointment flickered—Simon hadn’t been caught in the blast.
Snap—!
“?”
Shatel spun around to find a Mirra that had circled behind him, its bandages unwinding to coil around his left arm.
Swish! Shhhhwish!
The other Mirra did likewise. Whip-like bandages lashed across Shatel’s arms, head, and thighs.
He tried to tear them away through sheer strength, but the pressure was far greater than expected.
Tug. Tug.
Even the towering City Wall that Shatel had erected was being scaled with ease—the Mirra were using the bandages as ropes. Undead they may have been, but their manipulation of the wrappings showed remarkable versatility.
This was dangerous.
“Hah!”
Shatel’s eyes hardened with resolve.

The Mirra binding him were pierced from below by rising blades that shot up through the ground, and the City Wall collapsed, burying them under an avalanche of soil.
After clearing the immediate area, Shatel turned his head to survey his surroundings.
“…….”
He was surrounded. To his right and left, and behind him too.
Everything save the patch of earth beneath his feet glowed with golden radiance.
Like a game of territory capture.
When buildings rose in those gilded zones, Mirra would pour out from them as well.
“It’s pointless, Shatel.”
Simon’s voice carried through the city.
“There’s no escaping from this city.”
Waaaaaaaa—!!
The Spectator Stands erupted into chaos.
The entire Arena blazed with golden light. Simon’s brilliant new technique left every observer speechless, mouths agape. Even the older students—third and fourth years—hollered without restraint and applauded furiously.
“Is he insane? Can a 1st Year really control dozens of Undead?”
“It looks like at least forty, minimum.”
“Is he a Legion Commander or something?”
“It doesn’t seem to be soul-contact methodology, at least.”
The students were absorbed in studying this new technique, minds spinning with analysis.
“…….”
Shatel, in turn, abandoned his previous strategy. He gathered debris from the ground and molded it into the shape of a circular saw blade.
The moment fifteen blades were complete, he bent his knees and launched himself toward the city.
Boom—!
Trampling two Mirra in the street, Shatel descended into the heart of the city where Simon waited.
By now the buildings had grown tremendously tall, their height matching Shatel’s three-meter frame.
Shriek—!
Shriek-shriek-shriek—!
But he was in enemy territory now; the Mirra converged from all sides. Shatel swept his arm in a wide arc.
Wheeeee—!
The circular blades responded. Spinning protectively around him, the saws whirled in all directions, shredding the Mirra that pressed in from every angle.
Each time a blade passed, Mirra were bisected at the torso. Though more rained down from above and flung their bandages toward him, the saws severed them with ease.
Though these Undead were unlike anything he’d faced before, Shatel had already devised a strategy to overcome them.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The game of hide-and-seek had begun.
Shatel prowled the city searching for Simon, and at last he caught sight of him bolting down a narrow alley in panic.
Shatel picked up speed and gave chase.
“!”
Sensing something, he glanced back and saw a zombie wrapped in bandages hurtling through the air at him.
Shriek!
A mummy far behind had bound the zombie with its wrappings and hurled it at him.
At the same moment, Simon clenched his right fist tight.
Corpse Explosion
Boom!
The zombie detonated in a violent blast. Even the legendary Shatel staggered and sprawled backward from the force.
[Simon Polentia : 98%]
[Shatel Maer : 87%]
“Got him!”
“Shatel’s taken damage for the first time!”
No matter how much of the Dark Veil he wrapped himself in, he couldn’t block the full force of a Corpse Explosion.
The moment a gap opened in Shatel’s defense, Simon switched immediately to a counteroffensive. Mummies and zombies paired up throughout the city.
The mummies bound zombies with their bandages, then hurled them using the city’s terrain and structures—wrapping roofs with wrappings to spin them with centrifugal force, or dropping them suddenly from building eaves and windows.
And whenever a zombie drew near Shatel even slightly.
Corpse Explosion
Simon detonated them.
Boom!
Crash!
Shatel found himself driven onto the defensive again. No matter how efficient his circular saw blade was, it was impossible to block every one of these impossible attacks while simultaneously hunting for Simon.
“Undead control as an art form!”
The spectators watching the match were in a state of extreme excitement.
“Is Simon actually going to beat Shatel?”
“Whatever happens, this is a record-breaking duel.”
Simon’s supporters now drowned out even the Shatel fans. This was a dazzling, mesmerizing display of combat the likes of which no one had ever seen.
“Quite absorbed in it, aren’t we? Chairman.”
In the VIP section of the Arena where professors sat, Kizen’s vice-chairman remarked.
And before the vice-chairman, the mountain-sized Phantassus had lurched to his feet, fists clenched like a child’s.
“Of course!”
Phantassus grinned.
“This is the duel evaluation of a boy I hope will one day inherit my position!”
Hearing this, the vice-chairman chuckled.
“You’re assigning him that difficult role—that’s harsh.”
“Not an assignment. A dream!”
Boom!
Meanwhile, Shatel’s body slid backward, narrowly evading another Corpse Explosion. Now he was no longer hunting for Simon—he was scrambling just to dodge his attacks.
Moreover, the mummy count was not decreasing. It continued to grow even as they fought.
Exhale.
Pressed into a corner at last, Shatel lifted his right foot.
The Domain Reversal magic circle had been affixed to the sole of his shoe all along.
‘There it is.’
Simon watched from behind a building wall, hidden from sight.
‘Ah, so the golden seal only breaks where his foot touches. Herseba, going for another Corpse Explosion.’
[Okay~ nail the explosion timing!]
Just as Shatel withdrew the Domain Reversal magic circle from his sole—compressed to a smaller size—he drew forth another magic circle unfurled across his back.
Seeing this, Simon whistled low.
‘While fighting like that, he was preparing another black magic technique on his back?’
Shatel then clapped the two magic circles together.
Crack! Crack!
Fusion Magic Circle.
An ultra-high-difficulty black magic technique taught only in the third year.
“Simon Polentia.”
Hum.
Shatel spoke. His voice resonated as if he were speaking into a microphone.
Simon started, straining to listen.
“That thing you said about compatibility working in your favor against me.”
Crackle!
In the next instant, two magic circles merged into one.
“I’ll return it exactly as it is.”

Boom!
The moment the magic circle activated, the entire golden city that had shone so brilliantly went dark as if the power had cut out.
[Kyaaah! What is this?!]
As the earth came under his control, all the buildings and mirras dissolved away like wind. Even the building Simon had been leaning against melted down.
‘H-Herseba? What’s happening?’
[Ungh! I-I can’t move! My power won’t work!]
The glittering golden city crumbled like an illusion, and only the black arena floor, now claimed by Domain Dominion, remained visible.
Shatel turned his gaze toward Simon, who stood alone on the desolate grassland.
“Found you.”
‘…Ugh!’
Simon quickly pulled Herseba from the ground and retrieved her. Shatel slowly raised his fingers toward the sky.
“?”
For just a moment, Simon’s eyes followed his gaze upward.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!
The entire arena floor began to heave.
“Kyaaah!”
“What’s happening?!”
Screams erupted from all directions. Simon too spun around in bewilderment.
The students in the first row of the spectator stands were descending. No—it wasn’t they who were descending. Simon was being thrust upward into the sky.
Crash!
The arena ceiling finally shattered, and brilliant sunlight poured down over Simon’s head. A cool wind from outside swept through his hair.
The arena now hung suspended in the air.
‘…This isn’t a game.’
Simon wiped the cold sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
To simply lift the entire arena using Dark Element earthcraft—Shatel’s scale was beyond imagination.
“You cannot escape.”
A gleam flashed across Shatel’s eyes.

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