Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 394

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 394
Crash!
Clang!
Silaji and Simon clashed blades again and again, sending sparks careening across the World of Sand, warping only the ground beneath their feet.
After the tenth impact, both fighters retreated simultaneously—and the sand erupted like a fountain.
“Attack!”
At Simon’s command, the mummy battalion surged forward like a pack of beasts toward Silaji.
“The Legion Commander’s power is almost unbelievable, even when you’re looking right at it.”
Silaji deactivated the Blood Sword in her hand and traced a new Magic Circle. It descended to the ground and transformed into two mirrors.
“Let me show you the true application of Blood Zombies.”
As the Blood Zombies passed through the mirrors, their dull eyes suddenly gleamed with awareness, and the blood throughout their bodies began to surge with violent energy.
Roaaaaaaaaah!
Moving at a speed that seemed impossible for undead, they burst through and felled the mummies in a single onslaught, carving deep into the formation.
The more they fought, the more vivid red their bodies became—and then the Blood Zombies
Boom!
unleashed a blood explosion instead of a corpse explosion.
The caught mummies left not even a scrap of bandage behind.
As the Blood Zombies rushed straight through the mirrors in succession and detonated one after another, the overwhelming numbers and size of the mummy battalion crumbled without resistance.
Simon’s expression hardened.
‘A true master-class warrior from Kizen after all. But still.’
He watched Silaji clutching at her heart—she was struggling too. The very fact that she deployed Blood Zombies instead of engaging directly told him that much.
‘Though I’m running out of time just the same.’
Through his mental link with Herseba, Simon could sense that she was approaching her limit.
Herseba’s dungeon would collapse before Silaji’s heart stopped.
Then he would have to burn himself away to create a variable.
As Blood Zombies and mummies clashed across the front, Simon silently circled around, keeping low behind a sand dune as he moved toward Silaji’s flank.
“It won’t work.”
Silaji’s voice echoed across the wasteland.
“Centuries have passed. I have witnessed more than you, accumulated more than you.”
Her tone was sharp and cold.
“Even if you’ve been fortunate enough to gain the Legion Commander’s strength, a mere first-year like you has no probability of defeating me.”
Crack!
Simon slammed his full weight into the ground and charged forward.
“That’s not for you to decide!”
He swung his greatsword with full force through the air. The sword-blue slash carved through everything in its path, but Silaji sidestepped and dodged.
Thud!
Landing on the ground, Simon pushed forward, closing the distance to Silaji’s face. The visage of a sly old fox wearing a young Walter’s face stared directly at him.
‘If only I could cut her down directly with the Sword of Ruin!’
Simon started to swing the greatsword down, his eyes tensing with frustration before he abandoned all hesitation, bracing hard on his heels to retreat. Blood explosions erupted in the empty air where he’d stood.
“Good instincts, as expected.”
Silaji let out a bitter laugh. Around her, blood droplets had transformed into finer particles, hovering like aerial mines.
“Time for you to die.”
Silaji stirred the air, sending the blood droplets hurtling toward him.
Simon braced his right leg hard against the ground and clenched his teeth.
Whoooosh!
The slash that erupted forward detonated all the droplets at once. Silaji deftly manipulated the remaining particles, drawing them upward to converge.
The blood droplets coalesced into a massive ten-meter sphere of blood that descended upon Simon.
Simon gripped his greatsword’s hilt with crushing force.
‘Once more!’
Shriek!
The falling blood sphere split in half. Simon twisted his waist.
‘Again!’
Three consecutive spatial slashes.
The blood sphere was carved in a cross pattern and shattered in a blood explosion.
“Still learning even in the midst of battle. Your student’s resolve is admirable.”
“Professor, student—nonsense!”
Simon charged forward, madness flickering in his eyes.
“What stands before you now is a Legion Commander!”
Crack.
Suddenly, strength drained from his legs. Simon’s pupils trembled wildly.
“There’s no way any Dark Element survives that kind of recklessness.”
Silaji stepped back and flicked her wrist. Blood droplets hidden in the sand rose into the air at once, staining everything around Simon a vivid crimson.
“It’s a difference of experience.”
Every droplet detonated.
A deafening boom.
Then the shockwave rushed outward.
Craaaash—!
Silaji closed her eyes, watching the explosion paint the night desert red.
Survival probability: zero percent.
She’d confirmed precisely that Simon’s Dark Element was depleted. Having drawn her certain conclusion, she finally turned away.
“Preserve your strength.”
She sent a message to her followers through Blood Flow Magic.
“The sorcerer has fallen, so the barrier will crumble soon. Begin the apostle resurrection plan at once—”
Whoosh!
“……!”
Her footsteps faltered and stopped.
Shock blazed through her mind, her mouth falling open of its own accord. Her expression twisted between astonishment and confusion.
A pristine white spear was lodged through Silaji’s back.
“This…… is……!”
Drip, drip, drip!
Fresh blood flowed from her lips. When she coughed, pale clots spattered out in rapid succession.
‘Impossible……!’
Even with her back turned, the Blood Curtain and Meat Armor she always kept layered as defense were pierced in a single stroke.
She turned her head.
As the red explosion dispersed in the wind, a young boy emerged, his body shielded by a white barrier.
“Years of experience, mountains of knowledge—people like that tend to share a common flaw.”
Blood trickled down Simon’s forehead, yet he bared his teeth in a grin.
“First, they jump to conclusions too easily.”
“You!”
“Second, they lack imagination.”

Silaji’s eyes wavered with alarm.
“A Necromancer with a core…… wielding Divine Power? What trickery is this!”
“I know it’s hard to accept.”
Simon dropped the Divine Barrier and opened a sacred Subspace through an artifact.
“But it’s happening right before your eyes!”
What burst forth was a Divine Beast in the form of a bear—Akalion.
“Go! Akalion!”
-Roaaaaaagh!
As Simon poured Divine Power into it, Akalion’s massive frame swelled rapidly, transforming into a monstrous bear. Simon leaped onto its back and, with the Sword of Ruin held forward, commanded the charge.
Silaji immediately tried to summon Dark Magic, but—
Cough!
Blood kept pouring from her mouth with each spasm. That previous strike had driven Divine Power through her entire body, sending her core into shock.
“Intercept them!”
Silaji cried out. The frenzied Blood Zombies that had been pursuing the mummy converged before her.
“Keep going, Akalion!”
Simon seized the Sword of Ruin and infused it with Divine Power, then began to swing.
Ching!
Clang!
Chiiing!
Each time the pure-white blade flashed, countless Undead shattered.
He cleaved through entire Blood Zombies before they could detonate, and Akalion, calculating their movements with cunning precision, deftly dodged their attacks. It lashed out with claws infused with Divine Power, or tore through their torsos to prevent explosions.
‘Lack of imagination?’
Silaji, who had barely stanched her bleeding, let out a hollow laugh.
A first-year from Kizen, a mere boy, claims to be a Legion Commander.
And that Commander is wielding Divine Power.
More than that—the Ancient Undead in the form of Bone Armor that Simon wore.
‘How in the world is an Ancient Undead channeling Divine Power!’
[Kekekekeke!]
Since Simon began channeling Divine Power, Pier’s entire form had been shining brilliant white. Accepting the Divine Power into his body, he channeled it as fuel to support Simon.
No one could have imagined this.
“There are limits to being an Irregular!!”
Silaji tore open a Subspace herself and poured out her Blood Zombies. Crimson bodies surged forward in a flood.
“Move!”
Simon raised his left hand—the one not holding the Greatsword.
What appeared above it was a single smooth, pristine white spear. Around that spear, layers of Divine Power spiraled down, wrapping it tight and shaping it into the form of a drill.

Screeeee!
The Divine spear shot forth like a white pillar, blasting the Blood Zombies away with sheer wind pressure alone. Silaji summoned Blood Flow Magic to block it head-on.
“Jump!”
Boom!
In that instant, Acalion leapt into the air. Simon released the Greatsword from his hand and brought both palms down in rough, urgent strokes.

Crackle-crackle-crack!
White lightning fell toward Silaji’s head, but she quickly deployed a Blood Flow Shield to block it.
She was a seasoned veteran herself. That earlier assault had caught her off-guard because it was unforeseen, but if she thought of the opponent as a Priest, she could manage a counter-Priest strategy.
Slash!
And Acalion, descending from the air, raked its claws across Silaji’s chest as it came down.
‘So close!’
Simon’s expression hardened.
Blood spattered across Silaji’s chest, but the wound was shallow. She immediately struck Acalion’s abdomen with a hard blow, sending it flying.
Thud-thud-thud!
Acalion crashed to the ground. Simon activated his Pendant to recall Acalion, then summoned the Sword of Ruin to his hand.
“Gasp!”
Simon’s hands trembled.
His Divine Power was nearly exhausted.
Especially after using La Escrime twice—Rette’s technique. It consumed far more Divine Power than it looked like it would.
‘Did Rette really throw those around so carelessly even before becoming a Saint?’
[Little… little one!]
Herseba’s voice reached him then—speaking directly into Simon’s mind so that no one else could hear.
[At most ten more minutes! I can only maintain the Dungeon for ten more minutes!]
‘…Okay.’
He’d exploited Silaji’s momentary carelessness and dealt her a serious wound, but that was the limit.
Both Shadow and Divine Power were running short.
To eliminate him, he needed decisive force.
‘Now there’s really only one last resort left!’
—In the most desperate moment, when life is in danger and every option is blocked, when the situation is so dire that all you can do is pray to the heavens, believe in me and use Compelonia.
Now.
Only now.
The final moment, after preparing for every contingency, after holding back until the very last.
Simon released the Divine Power from his body, then reactivated his Core to switch back into Necromancer mode.
“Mummy Brigade!”
He’d emptied his reserves sending Blood Zombies at Silaji, and in that window the Mummy Brigade surged forward again to attack. Silaji had no choice but to deploy Area Dark Magic repeatedly.
While the Mummies bought him time, Simon carefully prepared his trump card.
‘No Shadow Element. I have to make this work.’
First, he quickly drew the Four Great Curses.
Then he extracted just the core formula of the Four Great Curses and, using his fingertips, assembled them at the center.
The work of removing part of one ecosystem and grafting it onto another—yet watching how perfectly the pieces meshed together, he could understand just how extraordinary Bahil, the creator, truly was.
Once he had aligned all four formulas, he completed the Curse.

Simon held the Magic Circle and took a deep breath.
There was no room for hesitation anymore.
Without pause, he activated the Compelonia Magic Circle on himself.
Whoooooosh!
“…!”
It was—
indescribable.
It lay far beyond the realm of ordinary thought.
A tsunami of enormous information crashed into his mind. His head filled with countless numbers and languages.

‘Ah.’
In mere seconds, Simon had absorbed more information than he’d learned in all his time at Kizen.
In mere minutes, he’d transcended everything he’d learned in his entire life.
Yet he couldn’t hold it.
Information cascaded like the sea itself—so vast, so overwhelming, he could only stand slack-jawed.
‘!’
Simon’s spirit broke free of its shell in an instant.
The carnage of Undead and Blood Heavenly Cult tearing into each other receded further away.
The sight of his precious friends and the entire first-year class as ‘sacrifices’ withdrew as well.
Outside the dungeon, professors and teaching assistants dissolving the circle of blood faded from view.
The image of Kizen.
The image of his homeland, Reshil.
The images of the Dark Alliance and the Sacred Federation.
The Continent itself.
In moments, Simon transcended all of it and crossed through a threshold.
“…….”
It was nothing but darkness—a mental image of pure black.
Even now it receded further. The planet that held the Continent was becoming no more than a speck of dust.
[Don’t you think it’s pathetic?]
From within a suffocating darkness, a voice burrowed into Simon’s ears.
[Everything you’ve struggled for, fought for, thrashed about trying to achieve—it all originated inside that tiny speck of dust.]
And beside Simon was a presence, black in a space of blackness.
[Do you have a response?]
“…….”
[Ah, forgive me. Is it hard with so much information pouring in?]
The presence altered something.
Only then could Simon set aside that cascade of information flooding his mind, and he was granted the freedom to turn a deaf ear for a moment.
First, he looked at the presence with his eyes.
It had the silhouette of a person—head, limbs—but he could easily tell it wasn’t truly human.
It had simply reshaped itself to resemble Simon, for the sake of familiarity.
“Who are you?”
Simon asked.
[You beings always insist on defining phenomena through language, don’t you? Fine. Then let me lower my perspective to an extreme degree for you—]
The presence answered with a twisted smile.
[I am everything in this world, and also not everything. Welcome!]
“…….”
That answered nothing at all.
[Thank you for crossing the threshold and coming to meet me. It gets lonely being here alone.]
Simon nodded at his words, letting his eyes wander.
All around was endless darkness.
Within that boundless black, countless pinpricks of light glowed like scattered stars.
“There.”
Simon turned his head.
“I want to go back to where I came from. Can you help me?”
[Really?]
The presence shrugged and draped an arm across Simon’s shoulders.
[Look carefully.]
Then it seized one of Simon’s eyelids with a finger and pulled it wide open.
[What you’ve been all this time.]
It was.
A tiny dot, no more than a speck of dust, affixed to this vast expanse of darkness.
Magnified further, deeper, deeper, deeper.
And when he zoomed into the farthest corner of that collection of tiny points and found a single, infinitesimal dot resting there.
Within that speck lay the Continent.
[Ridiculous, isn’t it? Everything you thought was the sum of all things was actually less than a grain of dust.]
“…….”
Certainly.
Looking at this scale, anyone would come to that conclusion.
[Your history is worthless. A single grain within dust so fine it’s barely distinguishable. For that speck of a land, what meaning could there possibly be in all the blood and tears you’ve shed until now?]
“But I am……!”
[It’s the same with you. What meaning does your every action have in trying to find the grain within the grain within that grain? It’s meaningless. There’s nothing. And that’s precisely why I can do everything, but choose to do nothing.]
Simon felt all of his thoughts and heart rapidly succumbing to the pull of this presence. The being opened both arms wide.
[Let us contemplate.]
A being that could do all things, yet did nothing.
[With me, here, in this place, let us contemplate together.]
Simon drew in a long, deliberate breath.
Cooling his overheated mind, he reclaimed his clarity.
“I’m sorry. I have to decline.”
[Why?]
The being’s voice carried genuine surprise, as if it had not expected such an answer.
[Why? Why? Why? Isn’t everything here?]
“And at the same time, nothing is here either.”
[…….]
The being fell silent.
“What I want—”
Simon pointed with the tip of his finger.
“—is that speck of dust.”
The being waved its hand as if baffled.
[Why? Now you understand everything. You know that whatever you desire is infinitely trivial!]
“You’re right—humans are trivial. And simple.”
Simon spoke calmly.
“Because we are simple, thinking simply is a blessing. A single pebble lying by the roadside can be a stone that catches someone’s foot, or a thing that stirs precious memories for another, or a subject of archaeological study for yet another. Big and small don’t matter. What matters is—”
Simon tapped his chest with his thumb.
“—what the heart decides.”
[Ha. Ha ha……!]
The being burst into laughter.
[This “heart” you speak of is nothing but autonomic excitement and electrical signals firing in your brain. A symbol of triviality!]
“I’m still human.”
[No! You can now stand equal to me! You can reach the realm of what you call ‘god’……!]
“If I truly became that god right now,”
Simon said with perfect calm,
“I would gladly break my own wings and fall back down to this trivial earth. Because all the things I cherish are there.”
[…….]
“You’ll help me, won’t you?”
He he.
He he he he he.
The being let out a long laugh.
[I can’t help it. What a shame. An old friend visiting after so long.]
“…….”
[Now that you’ve passed through the first door, this is your last chance. So let me ask one final time. Are you truly certain?]
“Yes.”
Simon smiled.
“I am.”
[Very well.]
The being rubbed its palms together.
[I’m afraid these memories will fade when you return. Your brain would burn up entirely if you retained them.]
“I understand.”
[Still, you’ve come all this way. I should give you a parting gift. What do you wish for?]
“Power.”
Simon’s eyes burned with intensity.
“The power to overcome the hardship I now face.”
[Understood.]
The being spread both arms wide.
[It was truly a joy to meet you again, friend!]

* * *
“……Haaagh!”
Simon’s eyes snapped open.
Sweat poured down his entire body as he gasped for breath like a madman. His eyes trembled, unable to accept everything he had just witnessed.
[Boy!!]
A torrent of thunder, voices, and the sharp, gritty smell of sand.
Simon realized he had returned to the battlefield.
[What are you doing! Get your head in the game!]
Pier had shed the Bone Armor and was now blocking the Blood Heavenly Cult devotees’ attacks directly.
“Pier, how much time has passed?”
[A few minutes! We have maybe five minutes left before the dungeon collapses!]
At least there was that mercy. He had to decide the outcome right now.
“Fall back, Pier.”
[Right, should I put the Bone Armor back on—?]
“No, step back further, please.”
The memory and sensation still lingered in his body and mind.
Simon walked forward, each step heavy and deliberate.
“You seem to be straining yourself trying something.”
Silaji saw Simon approaching.
“Doesn’t seem to be working out—”
But Silaji fell silent mid-sentence, as if against her will.
His eyes were not normal.
They were dark and somber, like eyes sunken into the abyss. Simon raised both arms without a word.
‘Darkness in my right hand.’
Black power surged violently across his palm.
‘Divine Power in my left.’
His left hand blazed with radiant holiness.
The two forces rippled and exerted their presence. Wariness flickered across Silaji’s face.
“…What are you planning to do this time?”
“This.”
Simon brought the Darkness and Divine Power face to face.
“This is what.”
“?!”
And then he collided them together.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!
The two forces began tangling with each other. Silaji’s expression turned to shock.
“Are you out of your mind?”
[Boy! Forcing two opposing forces to crash like that—wait?]
Rather than pushing each other away, fighting, or exploding, the two opposing forces instead
began to merge.
The black power and white power gathered toward the center, forming a circle.
“Thanks, friend.”
Simon murmured, gazing upward.
Whoooooosh!
Then, accompanied by a blinding radiance, something born from the fusion of Darkness and Divine Power came into being.
“This is—”
It was.
A dark blue light, black and azure intermingled.
It looked exactly like Simon’s own dark color.
A sphere writhed as if sucking in everything, warping even the space around it, and it rested in Simon’s hand.
“Void.”
As Simon clenched the sphere, the dimensions around him twisted.
“The authority of emptiness that transcends this world.”

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