Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 380

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 380
Blood Flow Magic final practical assessment.
「Manifestation of Dark Magic Related to Hearts」
Simon was confident about this practical assessment too. Where else could you find Dark Magic related to hearts more impressive than a Lich’s Life Vessel?
Though it belonged to the Summoning Studies lineage, the Life Vessel’s magical circle contained substantial Blood Flow Magic formulas, so there was plenty of room to be evaluated.
Of course, this assumed Professor Walter would give Simon a fair grade.
“Cough, cough! A first-year student with a Life Vessel already—magnificent. A+.”
Walter, who had returned to the Campus Grounds after his medical leave, readily gave Simon an A+ grade.
“Thank you.”
Simon bowed respectfully and then observed Walter. His appearance had grown noticeably more gaunt than before.
‘The same went for Professor Silaji before, but all the Blood Flow Magic professors seem to be in poor health for some reason.’
He thought it was probably because the academic discipline of directly using blood and life force carried considerable risk.
As Simon returned to his seat, it was the next student’s turn.
“Scott Snyder! I’ve prepared my own original Pulsator!”
“Exciting. Go ahead and show me.”
Most of Kizen’s first-year students had received the Hematology Injection.
While strengthening Blood Flow Magic was a major goal, there was another undeniable reason for the widespread vaccinations: this 「Manifestation of Dark Magic Related to Hearts」 practical assessment. Both Walter and the other Blood Flow Magic professor for the afternoon section had adopted this assessment.
Simon’s Lich creation was an exceptional rarity. Among heart-related Dark Magic with lower risk, cost, and preparation time, what seemed most manageable to students was receiving the Hematology Injection and manifesting a Pulsator.
And this newly emerging trend of Pulsators.
First, regarding the Hematology Injection and Hematopoietic Cells, Walter had explained it thus:
-To move the hematopoietic cells of Blood Slime, you must synchronize your heartbeat to a special frequency. You create the same pulsation as the Blood Slime to make the conditions within your body identical.
This is the technique related to that—the ‘Pulsator.’ Only those who’ve received the Hematology Injection can use it.
With the Pulsator, you can drastically increase your hematopoietic output, alter the properties of your blood, or imbue the same Blood Flow Bullet with various characteristics.
Students who initially hesitated about the injection, fearing they’d fall behind those who received it, rushed to get vaccinated.
Simon had investigated the Hematology Injection and submitted his findings to the school newspaper to inform students, but the overall atmosphere remained one of suspicion.
After the prestigious Pentamonium officially announced that the Hematology Injection posed no harm to the human body, not receiving the injection became practically disadvantageous.
Even second and third-year students had been visiting Walter for it.
‘Hmm.’
Watching students amplify their Blood Flow Magic with Pulsators, Simon’s doubts deepened.
‘Could Professor Walter truly be innocent? Could all of this just be my paranoid delusion?’
When the handwriting analysis had proven that ‘Professor Walter of Kizen’ and ‘Yuda of the Blood Flow Sect’ were different people, Simon’s every premise and hypothesis had crumbled to dust.
It wasn’t strange that Walter’s acquaintances called him ‘Yuda.’ The name was common enough, and it could be a nickname or an old name.
The fountain pen he carried everywhere with ‘Yuda’ written on it also seemed trivial enough once you cleared your head and thought about it.
“Simon.”
Just then, the Blood Flow Magic teaching assistant approached Simon quietly.
“Professor Walter asked me to tell you that if you ever consider getting the Hematology Injection, you should let him know anytime.”
“…….”
Walter had always been attentive to Simon.
He’d even offered to take him on as a direct disciple, and above all, he took great interest in Simon’s SM-1, his ‘Cloud.’ He wanted to continue his mentor Silaji’s research.
But.
“I’m truly sorry.”
Simon bowed politely.
“I have no intention of it at this time.”
The teaching assistant’s expression stiffened slightly, then he turned away and left.

* * *
The practical assessment period ended, and at last the final exam period arrived.
As the sole written test of the integrated second semester, students studied with desperate intensity.
Kizen even amended its school regulations to allow 24-hour activity within campus grounds. The Library in particular was open around the clock, and many students were holed up there, burning the midnight oil.
“Uuuuhhhhh…….”
Every morning, students shuffled to the Classroom with zombie-like gaits and zombie-like groans.
“Kizen must be a zombie factory, no doubt about it.”
Dick muttered in an exhausted voice, stumbling as he spoke.
But classes had to be attended. The first period in the morning was Professor Eric Aura’s Dark Reversal Magic.
Since the professors were busy creating exam questions, there was a high probability that test questions would come from what was being taught now. Students sat with bloodshot eyes wide open, listening intently.
Merin pinched her own thigh to stay awake, or even attached clothespins to her arms as an extreme measure. Kamibarez, aware of the other students’ eyes, even sucked on blood packs—something she normally avoided. Puff! Puff!
During class, nosebleeds erupted in spots throughout the room. But as though accustomed to it, students plugged their noses with tissues placed nearby and their hands wielding quill pens never stopped moving.
Everyone was desperate.
No—they were frantic.

In truth, only about half the students here could advance to become second-year students at Kizen; the rest would have to return home. Now that everyone had come this far, none of them wanted to give up.
“All right, let’s call it here for today.”
Eric set down the chalk as he spoke.
“You’ve all worked hard….”
Yet the moment those words left his lips, Eric’s eyes went wide as saucers.
The students who ought to have bolted from the classroom straight to lunch sat motionless in their seats, staring at him with hollow, desperate eyes.
Eric let out a belated “ah” of realization, then offered a faint smile.
“Right. Would you like me to go over a few things that might be on the exam?”
“Thank you!!!”
They looked like a pack of study-obsessed lunatics.
Once Eric had finished—and the students had dutifully transcribed every word, right down to his offhand jokes—they finally filed out of the classroom, satisfied at last.
“Phew! What’re we having for lunch today?”
Dick stretched languidly as he spoke.
“I’m skipping it. I need to get to the library.”
Merin, her dark circles pronounced, peeled a banana and popped it into her mouth with minimal ceremony.
She had slipped into what could only be described as “study mode”—large-framed glasses perched on her nose, her bangs swept straight across and secured with a headband, the rest of her hair pulled back tightly and bound with a ribbon. The effect was almost comical in its precision.
“I can’t afford to waste time eating.”
“…Whoa! Merin turning down food? Is the world ending tomorrow or something?”
Dick teased as he always did, but Merin didn’t bite. Stung by her silence, he tried again.
“Seriously though, look at your hair. It’s all greasy and shiny. Go wash it, will you?”
“I can’t waste time on that either.”
Merin replied coolly and walked ahead. Now that he looked, Dick realized she was wearing pajama pants under her school uniform skirt.
Dick shook his head in disbelief.
“…This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Did some study-obsessed ghost possess her or what?”
Kamibarez, who had been walking alongside Simon in quick, mincing steps, offered an embarrassed smile.
“She was second in the school last semester. This time she’s determined to place first.”
“Even so, this is extreme.”
Merin, as though every second spent walking to the library was wasted time, had pulled out her mistake notebook and was reviewing it as she strode past her group members. At one point, she stumbled slightly, dizzy.
It was unnerving to watch.
“Merin.”
Unable to stand it any longer, Simon quickened his pace to catch up with her. She kept her eyes fixed on the notebook as she answered.
“What? The three of us are going to the cafeteria together anyway.”
Simon placed a light hand on her shoulder.
“Remember the first group project of last semester? The Cyclops Practical Assessment?”
“….”
“You were on the combat team back then. You pushed yourself trying to shore up your weak point in Combat Magic, and you twisted your ankle so badly we had a whole crisis on our hands.”
She whirled around, her face burning crimson.
“W-why are you bringing that up now? That’s ancient history!”
“You’re doing the same thing right now.”
Simon continued in a measured, gentle tone.
“Rush yourself like this and something will always go wrong. You need to regulate your condition, eat a proper meal to restore your energy, get nutrients to your brain. Don’t you?”
Simon folded his arms thoughtfully, as if pondering the matter.
“Oh, and I heard they’re serving chicken steak for lunch today.”
Gulp.
Despite subsisting on nothing but fruit, Merin felt her mouth water. Her face flushed even deeper as she quickly wiped her lips with her sleeve, then spoke with forced nonchalance.
“Fine, fine. If you’re going to put it that way, I suppose I have no choice.”
“Wait, hold on there!”
Dick, who had been following behind with Kamibarez, cried out in protest.
“How come you shut me down but listen to Simon? Is his mouth made of gold and mine just ordinary? What’s the difference?”
“Your mouth’s an animal’s snout.”
Merin cut him off sharply, glaring.
“The world ending? The greasy hair? You were nothing but a bully! That’s all you did!”
“That’s enough, you two.”
Simon gently pushed both of them forward and herded them toward the cafeteria.
Kamibarez followed behind, beaming with delight.

* * *
A week passed.
“Freeeeeedom!”
The final exam was over.
The moment Jane declared the exam over and collected all the answer sheets, Dick clambered onto his desk and waved the test papers like scarves before hurling them into the air.
The other students erupted in cheers of relief. Regardless of their scores, they’d finally reclaimed their laughter and smiles.
“Dick Hayward.”
Dick, who’d been shredding his exam papers with a technique that rivaled paper-tearing competitions, turned to find Jane wagging her finger at him with a stern expression.
“Come to my office.”
“Oh, Professor, please!”
“Ha ha ha ha!”
As cheerful laughter rippled through the room, Merin removed her glasses and set down her headband as if unsealing something sacred. When she shook her head, her sky-blue hair cascaded like a scene from a magazine spread.
“Phew! Finally feels like I can breathe!”
She stretched with a relieved smile. Two male students approaching to compare their answer sheets against hers suddenly flushed.
“Huh?”
Noticing them mid-stretch, she narrowed her eyes.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Got a death wish?”
“N-Nothing at all!”
The two bolted away as if fleeing. She snorted at how easily a single glare had sent them running, then gathered her things.
“Everyone did well!”
“You too, Kami.”
Simon and Kamibarez exchanged greetings and stood up.
“But listen, all of you—the final exam may be over, but there’s no time to rest.”
Merin spoke tersely as she stuffed her exam papers into her bag.
“The greatest trial still awaits us.”
“That’s true.”
“Yes!”
Indeed, the first-year students of Kizen still faced one last obstacle.
Simon’s expression grew serious as he crossed his arms.
“The 2nd Year Promotion Exam—I wonder what form it will take?”

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Crackle.
Click.
Crackle-crackle—
—Is everything ready?”
“Yes.”
Hushed voices murmured from the darkness.
—Well done. We shall meet on the true stage.
Click.
The transmission ended, and a long breath emerged.
“Prepare yourselves. The promised hour has arrived.”
At those words alone,
a thousand figures clad in tattered robes rose to their feet as one.
“The Birth of Apostles draws near.”

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