Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 389

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius, Episode 389
Simon and his companions resumed their journey.
They crossed steep hills repeatedly, pressing deep into the heart of the Mountain Range. The number of monsters was increasing steadily.
“But you know what?”
Merin muttered while absently stroking the back of her neck.
“Is it bugging anyone else?”
Behind the three walking in a line, Hector trailed alone at a distance, moving at a slower pace.
“……I’m uneasy about it. The fact that he’s following quietly is weird in itself. What if he suddenly changes his mind and stabs us in the back?”
Toto picked up on her worry.
“Ah, it should be fine, shouldn’t it? There’s an Observer floating above us, and we’re all wearing Recording Artifacts anyway.”
Simon nodded in agreement and turned to glance back.
“Hector! Since we’re cooperating anyway, let’s talk about what we’re going to do!”
“You, you idiot! Don’t do that!”
Merin cried out in alarm and swatted Simon’s arm repeatedly. Hector, who had been following behind, scowled sharply.
“Don’t give me orders! Simon Polentia!”
Just as he expected. Simon chuckled quietly to himself.
“……Why are you laughing?”
Hector’s expression darkened as he began striding forward. Merin and Toto gasped and immediately took combat stances.
“Listen, Hector. Before we move up to second year.”
Hector’s steps came to a halt at Simon’s words.
“Instead of some final ranking, want to face each other personally? See who’s stronger.”
“…….”
Hector pressed his lips into a thin line.
“That’s what I wanted to talk about.”
A single stride.
Hector appeared instantly at Simon’s side, conjuring dark energy, and spoke softly.
“Bring it on.”
Simon grinned widely while Merin and Toto exchanged startled glances between the two of them.
“First, let me tell you what we’ve learned…….”
Simon and Hector quickly shared information.
They also discussed what tactics to employ when facing the Dungeon Master. Hector readily volunteered to take the front lines.
“……Sometimes looking at boys, it seems their intelligence got stuck in the Stone Age.”
Merin spoke to Toto in a hushed voice.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
Just then, stone fragments rained down toward the four of them. Everyone looked up.
There were people on top of a high hill.
“We meet again! Simon Polentia!!”
Ha-ha-ha-ha! An evil-sounding laugh echoed out.
From the distance and height, it was hard to tell exactly who they were, but the white uniform draped over her shoulders made it certain—it was Special Exception Elisa. Behind her stood three members of her party.
“Brace yourselves!”
She raised her hand with glee.
“We’re about to trigger a rockslide brought on by pure coincidence stacked upon coincidence!”
Two Ghost Ships could be seen hovering above the cliff top. It looked as though she planned to bombard the cliff face and create a landslide.
Toto protested with a grave expression.
“H-how cowardly! What kind of dirty trick is this!”
“Elisa Selin.”
That was when Hector interjected.
Having belatedly heard his voice and recognized him, Elisa’s jaw dropped.
“W-what? Hector? Why are you with Simon……?!”
“Hi there~”
Merin beside him waved with a smile on her face.
“Then I suppose I can accidentally set your ship on fire too?”
The two people Elisa feared most were, coincidentally, standing right here.
“Elisa.”
That was when Simon stepped forward.
“We know where the Dungeon Master is.”
Her eyes widened dramatically.
“……You know the Dungeon Master’s location?”
“Yes. Rather than fighting here, wouldn’t it be better to team up with us, defeat the Dungeon Master, and advance to second year with a good record?”
“…….”
“The choice is yours.”
Her party members also looked at Elisa, waiting for her decision.
Elisa chewed her thumb absently, lost in thought.
“Elisa Selin is a born politician through and through.”
Hector said quietly.
“She values both principle and profit too much to refuse.”
Hector was right. In the end, Elisa agreed to join the Dungeon Boss hunt.
“But! I have one condition.”
She descended from the hill and thrust out her hand decisively.
“I’m taking the commander’s position……!”
“Now that’s hilarious! I’m the commander!”
Merin bristled and stepped forward.
“You come crawling to us begging to join, and now you want to throw your weight around? And you think we’re handing power to a politician?”
Hector’s brow furrowed as well.
“What are you talking about? I should’ve been commander.”
“You? Where did that come from!”
True to form, these Necromancers each had such strong identities. Simon sighed watching them squabble over who got to lead.
He’d need to mediate before this escalated further.
“Listen, everyone. First of all…….”
Woooooooooooooo!
Simon’s words stopped. The voices of the three arguing also cut off.
The landscape around them turned blood-red. Rocks, cliffs, earth itself—all gleamed a vivid crimson as if drenched in a scarlet sunset.
Everyone looked up at the sky.
“What is that……?”
A ring hung in the dungeon’s sky. A colossal Blood Ring beyond measure.
Flowing like liquid, rippling and undulating, it blocked the entrance to the dungeon and gazed down upon all the students from above.
“Did someone trigger the dungeon’s trap?”
“Is the boss monster coming out now?”
The other students, thinking this was how the dungeon normally worked, began preparing for battle—but Simon, still staring upward, knew better.
A deeply ominous premonition crept through him. Cold sweat traced down his spine, the back of his neck grew taut, and his mouth went dry.
Every sense screamed danger.
‘That thing… I’ve heard about it before somewhere…….’
Simon rummaged through his memory. And one memory, sunk deep in the unconscious depths, bobbed to the surface.
It was a story Lorain had told him.
-The dungeon entrance was sealed with a Dark Magic spell called the Blood Ring, and if anyone without permission gets close to it, their blood boils violently throughout their body until they die.
-Because of its complete closure—no army or law enforcement can enter—it became a haven for criminals and a pit of evil.
That was right. After BMAT class, when he’d asked Lorain where Silaji had gone, that’s what she’d told him.
She’d said that Professor Silaji had definitely gone to dismantle this Blood Ring.
‘But why is it here in this dungeon?’
“Kyaaaaa!”
“Ugh!”
Simon, lost in thought, spun around in alarm.
Thump-thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Heartbeats thundered from all around, deafening and frantic. It was impossible for him to hear other people’s heartbeats so loudly like this.
“My… my body……!”
Merin and Toto, Hector and Elisa—
Every student except Simon began to glow a fierce red, like molten metal churning in a blast furnace. Strange, vein-like patterns spread outward from their hearts.
The phenomenon expanded from their chests—where the heart dwells—downward to their legs and upward to their heads.
The students screamed. It was absolute chaos.
‘What is this? What in the world……!’
“Simon!”
Simon whirled around. Even Merin’s transformed state had spread to her legs and now covered her face.
“I……!”
Crack.
She froze mid-word, like a statue turned to stone. Simon felt his heart drop as he looked frantically around.
“Toto! Hector!”
The other students were now completely engulfed in that fiery crimson light, like molten lava.
Everyone who’d been so loud fell silent as if it were all a lie.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Only the sound of heartbeats remained. Simon rushed forward and grasped Merin’s shoulder.
“Ugh!”
The heat was unbearable.
This wasn’t the kind of warmth a human body could produce.
‘That ring in the sky—it has to be the cause.’
Patter. Thud. Thud.
The Observers who should have been hovering in midair were now glowing crimson from the heat, dropping like rain all around them.
‘But why am I still fine?’
Thump.
In that moment, Simon felt his own heart begin to beat irregularly.
Simon clutched at his chest and staggered. Suddenly the heat in his body surged violently upward.
He was beginning to change just like the other students.
‘Damn it!’
Without hesitation, he crossed his legs and sat, closing his eyes. Then he activated a magic circle on his body and triggered Blood Poison.
‘I’ll hold out with Poison Magic’s Resistance Technique!’
He sent the Darkness that had accumulated in his core through his entire body, converting his blood into Blood Poison.
The moment his blood became poisoned, it roiled as if rejecting the transformation—as if forcibly trying to undo the Blood Poison state.
That ring floating in the sky was a kind of ultra-wide-range blood curse. If he had to guess, it was the type that corrupts the blood itself.
‘Then I’ll use a Resistance Technique to prevent the blood corruption.’
With his eyes still closed, Simon drew a Detoxification Kit from his Subspace, and using only the sensation in his fingertips, he selected the materials and chewed them.
‘Hold on. Hold on. Hold on!’
Thump—
Thump—
A monster might attack at any moment, and normally he’d need to summon his skeletons, but he had no room to do so.
Time slipped away as Simon maintained his concentration, his entire body drenched in sweat as he assembled the Resistance Technique.
And finally.
“Haaaaah.”
Slowly, the heat within Simon’s body began to subside.
Simon opened his eyes, his expression hardened.
‘…Thank you, Professor Byeol-Ya.’
Feeling the state dissipate, Simon got to his feet. He moved his body lightly, confirming that his condition had improved.
Whooooooooooo!
The Blood Ring still continued its rotation.
He looked around.
The students remained as they were, as if immersed in a blazing furnace, all movement suspended save for their hearts, which beat unnaturally and harshly.
It was as if their hearts had been torn from their bodies and everything else had gone rigid.
Could they be awakened again?
“If this is just a curse…”
Using Holiness might resolve it.
Simon looked around, then approached Hector, who appeared to have the most robust build among them.
The moment he placed both hands on the man’s body, it was scorching enough to give him burns, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
“I can do anything.”
Simon muttered to himself as if casting a spell, opening his eyes wide.

Flash!
A white radiance erupted from Simon’s palms.
Cure—the White Magic that dispels curses and poisons. It might be heretical for a Necromancer to use, but circumstances left him no choice.
“…Damn.”
But Hector’s body showed no change.
If it were a curse, there should have been some reaction—but there was none.
‘It’s not just a simple curse.’
Simon exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. With everyone’s lives on the line, maintaining composure was nearly impossible.
After that long deliberation.
“Pier, Herseba. Come out.”
Simon summoned his main forces. Pier emerged from the largest Subspace, while Herseba burst forth from the smaller one.
[Hehehehe! You holding up, boy?]
Pier, his Sword of Ruin slung across his shoulder, approached with his cloak billowing behind him.
“It seems the Observers and the Recording Artifact have all been disabled, so we’re fine.”
Crack! Pop!
Simon’s Artifact Necklace had already been neutralized the moment the Blood Ring activated. Pier used his Sword of Ruin to tear it free and let it fall to the ground.
“We can’t afford to worry about exposing the Legion. This is an emergency.”
Understood!
Simon donned Pier’s Bone Armor, then rushed forward swiftly alongside Herseba.
Boom! Boom!
As he scaled the rocky mountainside with Pier’s strength, Simon’s thoughts churned.
‘At this point, there’s nothing for it but to clear the dungeon as fast as possible!’
He pushed harder still. Along the way, he spotted a handful of students who’d made it this far, but all of them had turned a ghastly crimson.
“……Even Shatel.”
What he’d taken for a massive statue was the giant-blooded Shatel Maer.
If a powerhouse like that had fallen, there was only one explanation that made sense.
‘Blood Coagulation Injection.’
A curse that rewrites the blood. And only Simon’s symptoms had been delayed.
From this fact alone, it wasn’t difficult to deduce who the culprit was. Simon’s teeth ground together.
[Boy! We’re here!]
“Yes.”
In his frantic sprint across the summit, his eyes caught the narrow gorge—the only entrance to proceed deeper.
[……Ugh! How ghastly.]
Herseba shuddered.
The monsters guarding the gorge to the Dungeon Master lay strewn about, drenched in blood.
To reach the Dungeon Master, he’d have to face them all—it made him dizzy to think about it, but now there was likely something far worse waiting.
Simon passed through the gorge of corpses without difficulty.
[The marks of a barrier, boy!]
The path to the Dungeon Master’s chamber showed a barrier utterly shattered into fragments. Someone had demolished the entire dungeon.
Simon stepped over the ruined barrier and finally entered the Dungeon Master’s domain.
A vast basin hemmed in by towering rocky mountains.
And what lay there was—
‘Ah.’
The Dungeon Master.
The pure white monster, something like a deer, with thousands upon thousands of writhing pale tentacles—its chest was pierced through by a crimson spear.
Someone had already slain the Dungeon Master.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
And standing before the Dungeon Master was a man.
The moment Simon’s eyes fell upon him—a man with autumn-leaf brown hair and an intellectual bearing, wearing glasses—a terrible fury ignited within him.
“Professor Walter……!”
“I’ve discarded that name.”
Walter removed his glasses and let them fall to the ground, smiling with cold malice.
“Call me Professor Silaji.”

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