Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 374

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius – Episode 374
Boom! Boom!
Shatel approached Simon with a sinister momentum, each step sending a heavy tremor through the ground.
“Herseba.”
Simon called out to her while stepping backward.
“This is the only option now.”
[3-Stage Authority, right? Little one.]
Simon nodded and raised his staff. Now his entire body was wrapped in a dazzling golden robe.
“Let me clarify for you, Shatel.”
“?”
Shatel stared at Simon, his eyes full of question marks.
“Your elemental compatibility with me isn’t just unfavorable—”
Planting his staff before his chest like a blade, Simon made his declaration.
“It’s overwhelmingly terrible.”
Whoooosh—!
Simon swept his staff through the air. With each arc of the staff cutting through the wind, golden sand flowed forth and whirled around him.
Shatel’s eyes narrowed in response, and he stretched out his right arm.
Rumble!
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!
The earth answered his gesture.
From the edges of the arena, the ground rose vertically, surging toward the center like a tidal wave where the two fighters stood.
“There’s no escaping.”
The earthen wave approached from all directions, but Simon paid it no mind. Like conducting a solemn ritual, he was too busy sweeping his staff through empty space.
Whoooosh—!
The volume of golden sand pouring from the staff grew steadily, shrouding the area in a hazy veil.
Shatel reinforced the Black Veil wrapping his body just in case, but this sand had no offensive power. It merely swirled with the wind.
“Now.”
Simon’s entire form vanished, buried in sand, and Shatel’s vision too was soon consumed by it.
Herseba Original – World of Sand
Shatel’s vision turned pitch black.
The moment he quickly brushed away the sand and opened his eyes.
“……!”
He found himself standing alone in the middle of a barren desert with nothing but sand.
Whiiiiiine—
Only a hot wind blew emptily across the desolate wasteland.
And some distance away, Simon stood waiting. The golden robe and staff he’d worn were both gone.
“What… is this place?”
Simon answered with a triumphant smile.
“A dungeon.”
Herseba’s final 3-Stage Authority.
It was a technique she had created to draw her opponent into a dungeon of her own making.
A bitter curse escaped Shatel’s lips.
“Creating… a dungeon… That’s impos… sible……!”
[You’re free to think whatever you want~]
Herseba’s voice echoed across the entire region.
Shatel looked up. High above the golden sand desert under a cloudless sky, two enormous eyes appeared.
[If you don’t grasp the situation quickly, you’ll die, you know?]
Herseba’s eyes gazed down upon Shatel.

* * *
Murmur, murmur!
“What’s happening here?”
The arena suddenly shot upward into the air. Shocked by this sudden turn of events, the spectators fell into complete chaos.
“I can’t tell who’s winning!”
“Shouldn’t the organizers do something?”
Alarmed spectators, those curious about the match—various reactions broke out.
Just then, the referee picked up an Amplification Crystal and spoke.
-We apologize for the inconvenience to our viewers. We’ve just deployed an observer into the air.
The central Mana Screen switched to the feed from the observer.
The arena’s view was finally secured, but.
“T-they disappeared?!”
The Arena was empty. Not a soul remained.
No trace. No lingering presence of Dark Element either. Even the Barrier Gauge displays showing the two students’ status had switched to “Connection Lost.”
“If this happens…….”
“What happens to the match result?”
The spectators descended into confusion, but the referee was equally bewildered. He was opening the rulebook for the first time in five years—a tome he hadn’t consulted since his certification exam.
-W-well, the Arena is technically suspended in midair, so the Out-of-Bounds Rule wouldn’t apply, but if both students vanish during the match, then both would be……
“Wait.”
At the sudden interjection, the referee’s expression stiffened as he turned. Who would dare override the referee’s authority and issue commands like this……?
“V-Vice Chancellor?!”
Someone who had every right to issue orders.
The referee snapped into a bow immediately. But the voice carrying the instruction wasn’t coming from her—it came from below her.
A silver-haired girl holding Jane’s hand while licking an ice cream cone with her other.
“*Wheeeee!* Y-yes, Neftis!”
“Shh.”
The silver-haired girl winked one eye, gesturing for silence. The referee clamped his mouth shut as though struck by a silencing curse, sweat pouring down his entire body.
‘W-why is she here?!’
The referee looked up at Jane pleadingly for answers, but she only shook her head.
“Want some ice cream?”
Neftis grinned widely, offering him her own cone—dripping with her saliva.
It seemed the distortion magic she’d cast rendered her invisible to the spectators.
The referee trembled as he hastily declined.
“I won’t share it, not even if you ask!”
And with that, Neftis popped the last of the cone into her own mouth. Jane pressed down on her head with an exasperated look.
“Stop fooling around and explain what happened.”
“Hmm? Explain what?”
“What occurred. The referee needs to understand before making a ruling.”
“Oh~”
Neftis laughed breezily.
“I just moved their fight to a different space. They’ll be back soon, I think?”
“……Pardon?”
“Just wait, just wait.”
As she spoke, Neftis greedily devoured what remained of the cone.

* * *
‘……What on earth is this.’
Shatel thought he was witnessing the most astounding spectacle of his entire existence.
[A dungeon’s a bit bare, don’t you think? Should we decorate it a little!]
“Don’t push yourself too hard, Herseba.”
Centered on Simon, countless structures rose from the barren, empty desert around him.
The scale and magnitude were utterly different from what had been summoned in the Arena moments before.
Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle!
[Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle!]
Colossal temples, soaring obelisks, gardens with statues, towering complexes of high-rises.
As though sketching a picture onto a blank canvas, a city materialized atop the desolate sands.
‘…….’
At this rate, the burgeoning Golden City would suffocate him.
Shatel activated once more his finest Dark Magic—the Domain Control spell circle. An ink-wash black shimmered beneath his feet, forming a space roughly the size of a small pond.
This, and only this, was his domain.
Even with Domain Control—magic that seized dominion over all earth—this was the limit he could manage.
[Heh heh heh? Look at this.]
Herseba’s voice rang out, dripping with disdain.
[If you’re going to set up shop, you’ll have to pay rent, won’t you?]
Creak! Creak!
The doors of countless structures and buildings swung open, and the inhabitants of this Golden City—mummies—began to reveal themselves.
-Screeeeeech!
The highest number of mummies Simon had maintained in the Arena was fifty-one.
And in this place, the number was minimal.
Screeeeech, screeech, screeeech!
Screeeech, screech!
Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech!
Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech!
Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech!
Over five thousand had been summoned.
‘Wait, Herseba.’
[Hmm?]
‘You said the third authority doesn’t last long, right?’
[That’s right.]
For all the overwhelming numbers at his disposal, there was no room to breathe easy.
Simon walked forward steadily toward Shatel, who occupied a space as vast as a pond.
‘Shatel’s only tactic is obvious. He’ll come straight for me and no one else.’
Both of them wanted to settle this fast.
Simon closed his eyes. The moment he opened the gate, Herseba’s form vanished, but their mental connection remained intact.
No—more than just connected. The entire world felt as though it lay within the palm of his hand.
“Hold.”
When Simon raised his arm, the seething mass of mummies froze, waiting for orders.
“Advance!”
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
An army of mummies beyond counting surged forward, kicking up clouds of sand. At the same moment, Simon charged alongside them.
The mummies came in countless varieties—some galloped on four limbs, others wielded spears and weapons wrapped in bandages, some rode atop beasts, and among them towered giant mummies wearing grotesque masks.
Shatel faced this entire horde alone, yet his eyes fixed solely on Simon. He raised both fists.
Whoooosh!
Black sand loyal to Shatel coiled around his body, forming armor that alternated between jagged spikes and smooth surfaces, generating an endless succession of moving thorns.
Shatel crouched, then launched himself skyward.
Boom!
A single leap carried him all the way to Simon. Simon retreated, and countless mummies rushed in to fill the gap.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Bang!
The collision erupted.
The mummies that struck Shatel snapped at him with razor teeth and tried to bind him in cloth, but his sand armor erupted in thorns endlessly.
Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice!
Like paper shredded by a blade, mummy corpses piled up in Shatel’s wake. The giant tore through the forest of the dead and at last reached Simon.
Whooooooom!
A single blow struck with such terrible force it would have reduced the Barrier Gauge to zero. Simon arched backward in a fluid dodge, pouring strength into his left leg.
‘Gate Opening!’
Six rays of Overlord energy burst outward in different directions, raking across Shatel’s body.
“Ugh!”
Shatel tried to throw another punch.
Thud!
A crushing weight slammed down, and his right knee touched the ground. Mummies had already swarmed up his back.
“Now!”
Simon extended his arm, and the mummy cavalry hurled their spears.
The spears, wrapped in billowing bandages, hammered Shatel’s abdomen in rapid succession. A few tore through the Black Veil and struck the barrier underneath.
Shatel thrashed violently, shaking off the mummies clinging to him, then charged again. Simon ignored him and continued attacking with only the mummies.
[Little one! Forget the small fry—summon something big!]
‘How do I do that?’
[Don’t play dumb. Don’t you see the building layouts in your mind?]
She was right.
Ever since entering this space, blueprints of the structures had been vivid in his thoughts, transmitted through the mental connection.
[Make it. You have the authority here too.]
Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice!
Shatel stalked forward like a demon, mummies dangling from his body, walking straight toward Simon.
Simon plunged both hands into the sand with a heavy sound. Then, as if pulling a rock from the ground, he yanked upward with all his strength.
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
A pyramidal brick structure rose before Simon, towering to the height of a high-rise building in Pentamonium.
Boom!
The entrance of the structure split open, and a ten-meter-long mummy monster wearing a mask burst forth, its hands tipped with claw-like talons.
Crack!
The giant mummy swung its leg at Shatel, and the shockwave sent both Shatel and the surrounding mummies flying.
!!
Shatel staggered backward, then reversed his momentum and drove a fist forward, gathering Darkness into his blow. The dark energy impact struck the mummy’s head, hurling it backward as sand billowed into the air in all directions.
Despite being dragged into this strange world, Shatel continued to struggle with grim determination.
‘He’s not just some half-giant for nothing.’
Even without drawing on his Dark Element, his body alone placed him among Kizen’s absolute elite.
He severed the mummies clinging to him and sent dozens more flying with shockwaves from his fists.
If this had been a purely direct contest rather than Shatel’s Dark Earth Seal channeled through Herseba, victory might not have been impossible.
But Simon had no intention of backing down either. He was already constructing the next edifice.
“Rise.”
As Simon raised his arm, a long, coffin-like structure erupted from the ground.
The lid shattered with a crack, and from within surged a “dragon” wrapped head to toe in burial wrappings into the air.
‘A mummy-form dragon!’
-Roooaaarrr!
It even wielded dragon’s breath. Shatel’s expression hardened, but his stride never faltered.
“Come on!”
Simon vaulted onto the mummy-dragon’s back and charged at Shatel. Exhausted beyond measure, Shatel charged both fists with Dark Element, his half-lidded eyes streaming with drool.
The moment the two massive figures were about to collide.
Crack!
The world shattered like glass.
Shatter!
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
Boom!
The world collapsed entirely, and the environment surrounding Simon and Shatel shifted.
“Ugh!”
“Hgh!”
Both boys stumbled and fell to the ground.
“Ah…!”
Somehow they had returned to that floating arena in the sky. But the longer Shatel had been away, the more it had deteriorated.
Crash!
At last the entire foundation collapsed.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
Along with countless stone fragments raining down like precipitation, Simon and Shatel descended once more into the 1st Indoor Arena.
“Oh, those two!”
“They’re back!!”
Roooaaaarrrr!
Despite staff herding them toward evacuation, many students remained to witness the end of this main event.
Dick, Kamibarez, and Benya cheered enthusiastically, and even Elisa—who had been wavering between fleeing and staying—now sat down with studied nonchalance and began chanting Shatel’s name.
“What on earth just happened?”
Dick muttered in a dazed voice.
The two who had vanished from the arena and returned bore starkly contrasting conditions.
“Huff! Huff! Wheeze!”
Shatel lay prone on the ground like a dying man, breathing with immense difficulty. His pupils still trembled, as if unable to accept what had transpired in that other world.
“Sigh.”
Simon, by contrast, stood with a relatively calm expression, straightening his clothes. Herseba rested once more in his hand.
[Simon Polentia: 98%]
[Shatel Maer: 7%]
An utterly overwhelming gap.
The difference was so stark one might believe this was a match between an Upper Squad student and a Lower Squad student—yet his opponent was Shatel Maer himself.
“Give it up, Shatel. The match is over.”
“…You’re full of bravado.”
Shatel rose, supporting his massive frame on trembling legs.
“If you’d used such a technique, you wouldn’t have come out unscathed either.”
Shatel’s suspicion was entirely reasonable.
But.
“No.”
Simon shrugged with an untroubled face.
“I’m fine.”
Simon completed the Magic Circle attached at his waist and withdrew a Golem Core.
Recognition flashed in Shatel’s eyes like an earthquake.
“Sorry, but—”
A dazzling cyan flash shot through the Golem Core into the air, then settled one by one into the bodies of dozens of Skeletons Simon had summoned.
“From now on, you face me.”
Flutter! Flutter!
Twenty-four skeletal warriors trailing emerald cloaks materialized around Simon in a sweeping arc.
And after conjuring such a vast realm, another ultimate-tier Dark Magic spell erupted forth.
For the mere purpose of extracting an opponent’s surrender—

it was excessive.

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