Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 400

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 400
“This is the final test of the day!”
Conrad, the commentator overseeing the exam broadcast, shouted while holding an Amplification Crystal.
On the Mana Screen spread beside him, the test was being streamed live.
“You are currently watching the Advancement Exam and the fifth BMAT competition. Ah, and the moment I was about to mention—”
Roooaaarrr!
Hector, transformed into a black dragon in the sky, let out a roar.
And Hector’s test opponent: a white stag wielding a thousand tentacles, a virtual recreation of the Dungeon Master from the previous dungeon.
The black dragon flew at high speed, unleashing short bursts of breath, but the Dungeon Master evaded with swift, bounding leaps.
Shriek!
This time, the Dungeon Master counterattacked.
A thousand white tentacles surged forward like a blizzard across the sky, but Hector only increased his descent speed, raining breath attacks down upon them.
“Magnificent! Simply magnificent! He’s evading every single one of those attacks!”
“Hector is one of the most accomplished students in Kizen.”
Hong Peng, seated beside Conrad, smiled with evident delight.
“Without relying on the privileges granted to the Moor family from birth, through bone-grinding effort he has attained top-tier mastery across all subjects. His unwavering determination to demonstrate his true strength in any circumstance—that is what has driven him to reach the final ten and face this Dungeon Master trial.”
“Quite so!”
The commentator, listening to Hong Peng’s slightly rough pronunciation with a broad grin, suddenly composed his expression at a signal from the broadcast director.
An unexpected turn had occurred.
Hector’s breath collided with the surging tentacles and exploded, momentarily obscuring his vision in smoke.
Whoosh!
Seizing the opening, the tentacles pierced through the smoke and repeatedly impaled the dragon’s wings.
Ahhh—!
Gasps escaped from the parents watching on the screen.
“The student Hector’s wings are damaged, his flight ability sealed! This is truly unfortunate. We were so close! Wait—?”
The commentator stopped mid-sentence and widened his eyes. As the smoke cleared, wings and scales hung loose like a shed snakeskin, the center empty.
“He’s gone! Where has the student Hector—!”
Crash!
Bursting through the smoke, Hector shed the dragon’s remnants and descended with his bare body.
He brought his two fists together, interlocking his fingers.
Hector Original – Crack Break
Bang!
His two fists struck the boss monster’s head with brutal force. Black mana scattered with a dull sound.
The boss monster, reeling from an impact close to a concussion, staggered backward, and Hector rushed in like a beast, pressing himself against it in a tight embrace.
Cauma
Hector’s upper garment tore to shreds, and four curse magic circles became visible across his body. The curse began raising the temperature of both Hector and the boss monster.
—Screeeeech—!
“Ahhhhgh!”
The commentator’s jaw fell open.
“What, what sheer resolve! The student Hector, activating a curse by using his entire body!”
“A brilliant decision,” Hong Peng said.
Hong Peng spoke.
“Cauma is a high-temperature curse, and that Dungeon Master is extremely vulnerable to changes in internal body temperature. Look there—it can’t control its tentacles anymore!”
Just as she said, the tentacles wrapping around Hector’s body had lost their strength, hanging limp and flaccid.
The commentator quickly turned to Hong Peng. “But isn’t the student Hector himself in danger doing that?”
“But isn’t the student Hector himself in danger doing that?”
“The student Hector, who fires off scalding Dragon Breath, has a fundamental resistance to heat. He can endure it!”
Then Hector tilted his head back sharply and—snap—sank his teeth into the Dungeon Master’s neck.
With a wet sound, blood gushed out.
Everyone watching was left speechless by Hector’s sheer resolve.
Not even in Dragon Form—biting a monster with his bare fangs!
“Guhh! Ghhhhhh!”
Splash!
As his teeth dug deeper, blood spurted forth once more. The commentator’s face flushed with excitement.
“He’s pierced through! He broke through the nape with human teeth!”
At last, the tentacles wrapped around Hector lost their strength. Still cradling the Dungeon Master, Hector crouched and then hurled himself skyward with all his might.
Roaarrr!
High above, Hector released the Dungeon Master from his grasp and spread both arms wide.
The hollow dragon’s wings and scales fit themselves back onto his body like clothing, and he transformed once more into the form of a black dragon.
Whoooosh!
Hector held his breath and arched his upper body backward. One side of his abdomen bulged outward, then lurched upward with a wet heave.
The dragon’s jaws opened as it passed through his abdomen, chest, and esophagus—and at last, the blazing black flame revealed itself.

With a thunderous roar, the full-power Dragon Breath slammed the falling Dungeon Master into the ground and detonated.
Heat scorched the surrounding grass. The earth split open, and trees thrashed wildly left and right.
Thud!
Hector descended and looked up at the sky. A new message materialized before him.

“Hector! Hector has finished with the highest score in the Advancement Exam!”
The black dragon let out a roar of victory.

* * *
Three hours later.
“Well then! We’d like to welcome to the stage Hector, who has advanced in first place all the way through this boss battle exam!”
Clap clap clap clap clap clap!
Hector took the stage amid thunderous applause from the crowd. Hong Peng was clapping from behind as well.
“Welcome! That was a performance that kept us on the edge of our seats! Ha ha!”
The announcer approached Hector with a cheerful laugh. But the moment their eyes met, he flinched without meaning to.
An aura.
Perhaps because he’d just witnessed his performance, he felt an aura about this seventeen-year-old boy that was difficult to approach.
And beyond that—the lean, muscular build of someone honed through relentless training, calluses and the marks of effort visible across his frame.
Regardless of his youth or student status, the announcer found himself respecting this boy.
“An upset has occurred! Hector has defeated Shatel Maer, whom everyone expected to take first place, by only a few seconds—and has advanced with the highest score in the Advancement Exam! Hector, would you share your thoughts with us?”
“…….”
Hector took the amplification crystal from the announcer and closed his eyes quietly for a moment, then opened them. He fixed his gaze intently on the Mana Camera.
“Are you watching.”
His voice settled low and steady.
“You’ll probably just lie in the Medical Ward without a care in the world, even if I pass this pathetic exam with top marks—because you’ve already secured first place.”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The announcer’s eyes brightened as he caught the scent of sensational news.
“Ah! You’re talking about Simon Polentia, aren’t you! Do you perhaps have some dissatisfaction with Simon Polentia’s guaranteed first place……?”
The announcer’s question faltered unspoken. Hector was glaring at him with lethal eyes.
The announcer became tongue-tied and averted his gaze.
“No student of Kizen—”
Hector raised the amplification crystal.
“—has any dissatisfaction with Simon Polentia’s first place.”
“……I see.”
“He risked his life to protect us. Coming here and catching some trivial fake Dungeon Master, then questioning his position would be—”
The corner of Hector’s mouth lifted.
“—nauseating.”
The audience fell silent, and the announcer broke into a cold sweat.
Hector gazed once more at the Mana Camera.
“I’ve been pushing myself like mad to catch up to you. And now that first year is over, there’s only one person above me—you.”
His large fist clenched tightly.
“A promise should be kept. Simon Polentia.”

* * *
At that same moment.
Huff! Huff!
Simon, dressed in hospital clothes, was sweating profusely in the Medical Ward as he trained his stamina.
With no monitoring equipment like a Mana Screen in the room, he had no idea what kind of interview Hector was giving.
He simply trained diligently. Right now he was doing push-ups one-handed, hands clasped behind his back.
[Kekeke! Even training in a situation like this.]
Pier’s avatar spoke.
[Wouldn’t it be better to wait until your body’s fully recovered?]
“Hagh! Staying within reasonable limits…… huah! Just a little more!”
Simon managed to complete one last push-up before collapsing sprawled on the floor.
Pier, watching this, spoke as if baffled.
[First year’s all done now, yet you’re still working so hard on new techniques and stamina training.]
Simon lay flat on his back on the floor and answered.
“There’s still so much to do. The Legion needs recognition, and I have to bring down Magnus too.”
Indeed.
“And if I were to give another reason—”
Simon raised his hand. Through the gap between his fingers, the ceiling of the Medical Ward came into view.
“Hector and I promised to settle things before the break.”
[Khe-khe-khe! You mean that boy who transforms into a dragon!]
“Yes, and since Herseba can’t use it anymore, I need to compensate with this new Chaos I’ve just acquired.”
Simon spread both palms open while lying down.
In one hand: Holiness.
In the other: Cloud.
He then pressed his palms together. Three forces rotated violently against one another, creating Chaos.
Up to this point, things had become simple enough.
[But listen here, boy.]
Pier interjected abruptly.
[Isn’t it more dangerous for people to discover that you can use Holiness than to learn you’re a Legion Commander?]
“Of course. That’s why the ultimate purpose of Chaos isn’t just the rotation of Holiness and Darkness—it’s to create an entirely new third type of mana.”
Simon continued adjusting the ratios of Darkness, Holiness, and blood, searching for the golden proportion.
“Look at this.”
The combination of Darkness and SM-1 Blood is Cloud. But while adjusting the ratios, a new phenomenon was observed.
“See? Holiness is beginning to mix with the SM-1 Blood.”
[Kha-ha-ha-ha!]
Pier laughed with delight.
[You’ve made another insane discovery!]
“Precisely speaking—”
Simon smiled.
“Because Holiness, which is opposite to Darkness, tries to eliminate it, I increased the ratio of SM-1 Blood as a barrier. Now, instead of Holiness piercing through the blood, it’s burrowing into it to reach the Darkness.”
[Hmm!]
“Then wouldn’t this also be possible?”
Simon’s eyes turned grave.
“To confine Holiness and Darkness within SM-1 Blood and simultaneously transform it like Cloud.”
[Indeed, another mad notion!]
Simon sat up abruptly.
“I’ve asked Professor Parahan to send me White Magic references related to the combination of blood and Holiness. Apparently, the Priest order even has magic techniques that apply Holiness to blood for healing purposes.”
[Then if you master that technique—]
“Yes.”
Simon’s eyes grew serious.
“Even at Kizen, the very heart of Necromancy, I might be able to wield Holiness as a full combat asset.”
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded outside the ward. Simon quickly clapped his hand over his mouth, then realized that Parahan had already cast a sound-blocking Magic Circle and exhaled in relief.
“Yes, come in.”
The door opened and the familiar-faced Medical Ward attendant poked his head inside.
“Um, Simon. A visitor has come—would you like to see them?”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“What? I didn’t have any scheduled visits today, did I?”
“Well, the thing is… they’re insisting they need to see you right now—”
“Pardon the intrusion.”
Before permission could be granted, a figure swept past the attendant and into the ward.
It was a man dressed entirely in a pristine white suit from head to toe.
“P-Professor Bahil!”
Bahil, the Curse Magic professor, smiled upon seeing Simon.
“I’m relieved to see you looking so well. Might I have a moment of your time?”

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