Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 41

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy Episode 41
Screeeech!
Simon’s thrust scraped past the Cyclops’s cheek by a hair’s breadth.
‘So close!’
Simon swallowed his regret and dropped back to the ground. The Cyclops, fury rising to the crown of its head, swung the club in its grip with frenzied violence.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each impact of the club against floor and wall, the dungeon lurched. Simon’s movements in response—weaving, dodging—looked almost miraculous to observe, but in truth they were desperately precarious.
‘Thank you, Professor Hong Peng—thank you!’
Without the Internal Dark Element Manipulation she had taught him, he would have been crushed long ago. The Cyclops surged forward with a roar and brought the club crashing down.
Crash!
“Simon!”
Kamibarez cried out.
Through the murk of dust billowing up from the floor, Simon emerged, slipping clear of the strike.
[Barrier Gauge: 72%]
Simon wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
‘Not a clean hit. Everything just grazed. What’s with this thing…!’
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Cyclops bore down, its eye blazing.
Simon felt a crawling wrongness. Three Exgust hits had landed, yet the creature moved almost unimpaired, as though the curse effect had never touched it.
Dic, too, seemed to harbor the same suspicion—cold sweat beaded on his brow.
‘Three hits and it’s still this mobile? How many stacks are we going to need to bring that thing down?’

* * *
Underground Dungeon Control Room.
Jane sat before a bank of monitors showing Team 7’s battle from multiple angles. In her hand was a Scoring Sheet, and her Quill Pen moved swiftly across it still.
“Professor Jane! It looks like something really has gone wrong with the Cyclops!”
The teaching assistant standing beside her spoke with a tense face.
“Its specs far exceed those of the Cyclops the other teams faced! It’s showing signs of a berserk state, and curses aren’t landing properly on it! We need to stop the exam at once and bring in a new Cyclops—!”
“Let’s observe for now.”
“…Pardon?”
Jane said nothing more and returned her focus to the scoring.
‘…….’
The assistant had never once defied Professor Kizen until now, but this felt wrong.
“Professor! This violates fairness! This is an accident—a berserk Cyclops is uncontrollable! We must halt the exam immediately!”
“…Fairness.”
Jane, who had been tapping her Quill Pen, removed her Glasses and set them on the table.
“It doesn’t seem to be a quality we prize highly at Kizen.”
“…Professor?”
“Do teaching assistants in real combat only choose weak opponents to face? Do you abandon every mission the moment an opponent exceeds expectations or a variable emerges?”
“That’s… that’s not quite the same—!”
The assistant fell silent for a moment, biting his lip before he spoke again.
“But this isn’t real combat! And these students are far too young!”
“Age is irrelevant. What matters is that they are students of Kizen.”
“Professor!”
“Trust and observe.”
Jane spoke with her eyes alight.
What mattered was not numerical values like exams or grades, but what a student could learn through a particular experience.
“They seem to have grasped that change is necessary now.”

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“Listen up.”
Simon, having fallen back to a safe distance to evade the Cyclops’s assault, turned to address his teammates.
“Let’s abandon the curse. It doesn’t seem to be working.”
“That can’t be right!”
Merin cried out.
“Didn’t you see what the other teams did? They all succeeded with Exgust—so why are we—!”
“I don’t know why myself.”
Simon lifted his gaze and studied the Cyclops closely.
Bloodshot eyes. Muscles straining fit to burst. Tendons distended unnaturally, pulsing with power.
Bad luck, maybe—had they simply drawn an opponent in exceptional form?
“I agree with Simon. The fact that Exgust isn’t working properly right now—that’s just reality.”
Dick chimed in as well. Merin had only hesitated at abandoning the curse strategy, but there was no denying that Cyclops remained unharmed.
Simon spoke again.
“So we need to attack from a different angle.”
“……How?”
Merin’s expression crumpled on the verge of tears.
Honestly, even a sense of unfairness crept in. Every circumstance seemed twisted beyond what was fair.
The team composition, drawing the undead’s attention, even the curse itself—all blocked.
Everything they’d planned came to nothing. What more could they possibly do now?
“Just… do whatever you want.”
Whoom!
Simon dodged the club that Cyclops swung diagonally and continued.
“Forget all the tactics we’ve built so far. Just help me however you see fit.”
“What do you—”
Boom!
Simon’s form wavered as he evaded the third attack. Just as Cyclops seized the opening to swing the club again.
Whoooosh!
A crimson wave reeking of blood crashed across the creature’s face. As its vision suddenly flooded with red, the panicked monster stumbled backward.
“Got it!”
Kamibarez, who had cast Blood Silk, winked with one eye.
“So I just help Simon however I please, right?”
“Simon!”
Dick pulled a sword from his subspace and threw it after enchanting it.
“Use this!”
The sword Dick threw flew toward Cyclops’s back. Just as everyone watching wondered where on earth he was throwing it, a skeleton appeared like the wind and caught the blade.
Slash!
It pivoted and swung the sword in one motion. A long gash tore through Cyclops’s thick hide near the waist, and blood sprayed upward. Cyclops spun around in fury toward the skeleton.
“Dick! Nice enchant!”
While the skeleton drew Cyclops’s attacks, Simon created more distance.
Dick began pulling weapons from his subspace in bunches, enchanting and hurling them, while Kamibarez controlled the Blood Silk to obstruct Cyclops’s vision and harass it.
‘Now, focus.’
There were still too many stray thoughts crowding his mind.
Amid the ferocious combat—perhaps it was madness—Simon slowly closed his eyes. The noise of the arena faded at once.
Consciousness expands. Spirit rises.
‘Breathe…’
Sound vanishes, and time slows.
That world Bahil had shown him in the Curse Theory lecture.
From a single experience, Simon could partially recreate that mental image.
‘Thank you, Professor Bahil!’
Simon’s eyes snapped open.
Twenty skeletons burst forth all at once from the subspace in the ground.
‘Thank you, Pier!’
Through Cross Operation, he directed the skeletons three at a time toward Cyclops. Soon the creature was surrounded on all sides.
An enraged Cyclops swung the club. Several skeletons shattered in the blow, their remains scattering across the floor. Bones flew and rolled.
Of course, it hardly mattered.
‘Restoration!’
A skeleton instantly reformed and picked up a fallen sword, swinging it.
Slash!
Cyclops’s heel was cut, flesh torn away in chunks.
Crack!
As Cyclops staggered from the severed heel, a skeleton from below thrust a spear up at it.
Slash!
Another skeleton on Cyclops’s back swung a sword, leaving a long wound.
“Two more spears!”
Dick enchanted the weapons with the Dark Element and scattered them randomly around Cyclops. Simon then moved the skeletons.
The scattered remains of skeletons on the ground reformed, seized the fallen weapons, and attacked Cyclops.
No matter how fast or strong, nothing can guard against attacks from every direction.
Cyclops could hardly keep its bearings. When it faced forward, its back was cut. When it turned to look behind, spear points rose from the ground. When it stamped the earth, its ribs were suddenly gouged.
Cyclops was like a beast caught in a trap. With each thrash, its body became more riddled with wounds.
“Arrrrrrrrgh!”
“Push forward!”
The Class A students watching from above pressed themselves against the transparent wall, erupting in cheers. The rhythm was utterly different from the monotonous strategy and tactics that had dominated until now.
Seized by exhilaration, Simon swung both arms like a conductor, controlling the skeletons.
It still wasn’t enough. His nose tingled with anticipation.
Something was missing. Something more—it felt like he could do better than this, like he could push further.
—Now do you understand, boy! The stronger the will, the more you can draw out the latent power and drive of the undead!
Will.
Above all else, a powerful will.
Simon’s eyes snapped wide open.
‘Kill!’
The damaged skeletons began restoring themselves at an accelerated rate.
‘Kill!’
The skeletons’ limbs flew in chaotic arcs, tearing into the Cyclops with relentless fury.
‘Kill!!!’
The dead wailed. Weapons danced through the air in a violent barrage.
Under Simon’s absolute command, in this moment, the legion existed for one purpose alone—to destroy that Cyclops.
Tireless offense.
Strikes with no discernible pattern.
A fusion of the unconventional and the orthodox.
It was the very essence of necromancy laid bare.
—Roooaaaargh!
The Cyclops, covered in countless wounds and mad with rage, burst through the skeleton line and charged straight at Simon.
“Dodge! Simon!”
Simon was beyond mere concentration now—lost in perfect immersion. His reaction was too slow. Before he could brace himself, the Cyclops’s club was already descending toward his head.
Dark Element Magic: Black Ice – Wall of Ice
Boom!
A wall of black ice erupted from the magic circle beneath their feet, deflecting the Cyclops’s club. Simon spun around in shock.
“Keep going, Simon!”
Merin gritted her teeth and shouted.
“No matter what, we cannot lose!”
The ice wall continued rising, hampering the Cyclops’s movement. It smashed through the barrier, and blood from its wounds drenched the black glacial surface.
With a moment to breathe, Simon locked his gaze on the Cyclops still destroying the walls of ice and prepared his next dark spell.
Crash!
At last, the raging Cyclops shattered all the walls and lunged at Simon.
‘…This is dangerous.’
Safety supervisor Andrew, quietly observing from his hiding place, extended his arm.
The Cyclops’s attack was powerful enough to pierce the barrier on Simon’s vest in one blow. A direct hit could cripple him permanently.
‘Instructors and students alike…!’
This madness had to stop immediately.
The moment Andrew resolved to take down the Cyclops, he saw something in his vision—a magic circle.
A blood-red magic circle drawn across the monster’s abdomen.
“Now, Kami!”
At Simon’s cry, Andrew quickly lowered his arm.
Whoooosh!
From Kamibarez’s entire body, standing in set position, the Dark Element erupted like flame. Her hair stood on end, and tears of crimson Dark Element streamed from her eyes.
Blood Flow Magic—a technique only vampires of the Ursula Family could wield.
The finest flower of Blood Flow Magic itself.
Massive Hemorrhage – Overflow
Splooooosh!
Forearms, chest, shoulders, thighs, heels—from the countless wounds Simon’s skeletons had carved, geysers of blood erupted all at once.
Hemorrhage and poison magic were the most powerful support a Team 7 member in set position could provide.
“Wow…!!”
Seeing that massive monster bleed from every wound was both chilling and awe-inspiring. In moments, the entire dungeon interior turned crimson. Even Simon, watching from behind, let out a gasp of admiration.
‘So this is Massive Hemorrhage magic!’
When they’d discussed their full arsenal, everyone on Team 7 knew Kamibarez could use the Massive Hemorrhage spell.
But in actual combat, its stability was questionable, and since they needed to build up numerous wounds on the Cyclops first, it was only plan B.
However, with Merin’s Dark Flare sealed away, this was now legitimately the main strategy.
Kamibarez was the team’s core damage dealer.
“…Ugh!”
Kamibarez, having poured out far too much power, staggered from anemia and collapsed to the ground. Her role was finished.
“Please, Simon!”
“Leave it to me.”
This time Simon raised both arms.
A trump card technique he had practiced countless times, one that belonged to Simon alone among all first-year students at Kizen.
Skeleton bones scattered across the dungeon floor shot upward into the air.
‘Thank you, Professor Aaron!’
Everything I’ve learned at Kizen becomes my strength.
Simon clenched his fists tight.
Simon Polentia Original – Bone Nail
Countless bones suspended in the air flew straight into the Cyclops’ wounds, driven open by Kamibarez’s hemorrhage magic.
Screeeeeeeeeeeech!
A secret art that assailed over a hundred wounds simultaneously.
The Cyclops thrashed in agony, shrieking and flipping over before slamming its head repeatedly against the walls.
Sorry, but this isn’t finished yet. Simon, fist clenched, twisted his right arm to the side.
‘Restoration!’
The bones lodged inside the Cyclops’ body converged toward its center, executing the Restoration command. They severed blood vessels, tore through organs, burrowed through muscle.
Kyaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
The Cyclops was being torn apart.
“……Seriously.”
A male student in the Waiting Room, watching beyond the glass wall, let his mouth fall open.
Merin’s elimination had been a painful blow. No one had anticipated Team 7 showing such overwhelming dominance.
And yet.
“Hell yeah! That’s insane!”
“Go Simon!”
Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
Every expectation was being overturned before their eyes.
Those who had sneered, those who had clicked their tongues, those who had offered pity—all of them were pounding the walls and cheering as one.
Forgetting entirely that they were supposed to be competing against each other, the performance Team 7 was putting on stirred something in the hearts of fellow Necromancers, something that burned hot.
“Hah! Hah!”
Simon’s right arm hung limp. He had exhausted all the residual Dark Element lingering in the bones; no more Restoration commands were possible.
In that moment, Dick and Merin pulled out Narbie Potions and hurled them at the Cyclops, its body one massive wound. As the potion liquid seeped into the wounds, its muscles visibly twisted and contracted.
“It’s working!”
“It’s effective!”
Simon knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.
Now, truly, there was nothing left he could do.
‘Please, just stay down.’
Thud!
But.
The blood-soaked Cyclops began pushing itself up off the ground. Kamibarez, who had been sitting slumped, wore an expression of pure terror.
“No… it can still get up?”
Despite its bones twisted, its blood drained, its organs shattered, the Cyclops shambled toward Simon like a walking corpse. In those burning eyes was the vicious determination to kill.
‘So it’s pointless unless it’s instant death, then.’
Meeting that gaze, Simon spoke calmly.
“Dick.”
“Ready to go! Catch!”
Dick hurled the Enchanted Claymore toward Simon. The blade was pitch-black, stained entirely with Dark Element.
“I poured every scrap of Dark Element I had into it! Duration is exactly ten minutes!”
“Thanks.”
Simon grasped the Claymore’s hilt and took his stance. He could no longer draw on the Body Activation technique he had learned from Hong Peng.
Both monster and Simon were completely exhausted. From this point on, it was a battle of willpower.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shambling Cyclops charged forward.
Dash!
Simon did not yield, gripping the Claymore as he rushed to meet it. The Cyclops swung its club first.
Whoosh!
Simon twisted his body to the side to dodge.
The Cyclops’ movements were incomparably slow and sluggish compared to before. Just as Simon was about to exploit the opening—
‘Huh?’
His vision spun. In pressing the attack against the Cyclops, he had failed to realize his own stamina and mental reserves had reached their limit.
His powerless right leg slid out from under him, and Simon’s body tumbled across the ground.
“Simon!”
“Wake up!!”
Simon clenched his teeth and forced himself upright. The Cyclops charged again, swinging its club, and Simon ducked beneath the arc.
“You can do this, Simon!”
“Dodge!!”
Class A students pressed themselves against the glass wall, shouting themselves hoarse.
Even Hector, who’d roughly pushed through the crowd to reach the barrier, looked down at Simon with a snort.
‘This can’t be real.’
The teaching assistant watching from the monitoring room stood frozen in shock.
Simon’s performance was certainly remarkable, but—
‘Professor Jane… she’s awake?’
She’d risen from her seat, the scoring sheet fallen from her hands, her eyes fixed unblinking on the screen.
In five years of serving under her, he’d never seen her like this.
And in the dungeon.
Andrew, hidden in the shadows and waiting, stared down at his own palms.
They were slick with sweat.
‘How embarrassing.’
Here he was, a professional, getting worked up like this over students fighting. Andrew thought he was getting old, wiping his damp palms on his trousers.
Whoooosh!
Simon arched his body clear of the club and staggered backward.
He could close the distance, but the Cyclops was so tall that driving Dick’s Claymore straight through its heart or skull was nearly impossible.
“Simon!”
Merin’s voice cut through the din.
“I’ll raise an ice wall beneath your feet! Use it to launch yourself and drive the blade home in one stroke! You can do it?”
A brilliant tactic. Simon nodded urgently.
The Cyclops, deaf to human speech, swept its club horizontally.
Simon didn’t dodge. Instead, he dropped to one knee, and from the magic circle on the ground, Merin’s ice wall erupted skyward.
Crash!
The club struck the wall. In a heartbeat, Simon had risen two meters, launching himself upward from the ice itself.
‘Perfect.’
Time still flowed slowly around him, his focus unbroken. The Cyclops’s neck lay directly in his sights.
Simon poured all his strength into his arms. The blade’s edge, unwavering, advanced toward the monster’s throat when—
Crack!
“…Ah!”
Someone’s scream tore through the air.
The Cyclops had backhanded him with its opposite fist. Simon’s body flew dozens of meters, slamming into the wall.
“Simon!!”
“Are you all right? Simon!”
An anguished cry erupted from the observation box. Simon opened his eyes through the crushing pain.
[Barrier Gauge: 7%]
Still.
Time moved slowly.
Above the Cyclops, frozen in the follow-through of its punch, he watched the dropped Claymore arc through the air as it fell.
‘Right.’
Simon’s lips curled into a smile as he stretched out his arm.
‘Ending it this way wouldn’t suit a Necromancer.’
The final move he’d held in reserve.
Simon issued the Restoration Command.
Snap-snap-crack!
From the wound in the Cyclops’s chest where the Skeleton’s shoulder bone was embedded, the arm bones from the floor flew up like lightning, assembling themselves into an arm across those bones.
Whoosh!
The Skeleton’s arm caught the falling Claymore mid-arc.
And then.
Thrust!
Without a moment’s hesitation, it drove the blade through the Cyclops’s neck.
“Ah…!”
A vast silence fell over the dungeon.
Simon rose on trembling legs.
At that same instant.
Rumble!
Cyclops crashed to the ground.
“……Haaa! Huff! Gasp!”
Simon threw his head back, breathing heavily.
‘Finally!’
His chest swelled so full he thought he might burst. He raised his right arm and clenched his blood-soaked fist tight.
“Yeaaaaaaaaaaa!”
A thunderous cheer erupted from all sides.
Hector turned away, and Jane in the control room finally rose from her seat. Andrew, appearing from thin air, wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke.
“Team 7. We’ve successfully hunted the Cyclops.”
“Yes! Yesssss!”
The three standing in set position roared and charged toward Simon.
“Simonnn!”
Kamibarez, who reached him first, threw her arms around him with all her strength.
“Wow! Wow! You’re incredible!”
Dick, rushing in behind her, ruffled Simon’s hair wildly and shouted in a hoarse voice.
“You did it! You really did it! Hahahahahaha!”
“Thank goodness! Thank goodness!”
Simon was choking but smiling despite his breathlessness, when Merin broke formation and approached him.
Merin’s expression was a storm of conflicting emotions. She swiped her hand across her face once, then returned to her usual sullen look and opened her palm.
“……Hmph. Well, nice work. I’ll call us even on that debt.”
Her voice trembled at the end as she spoke. Simon came toward her with a grin and they high-fived.
“You did great too, Merin.”
“……Simon.”
“Yeah?”
“Yesterday, I was sor…….”
Before she could finish, Dick and Kamibarez threw their arms around both of them from either side. Everyone burst into cheers again, savoring the moment of joy.
“Come on, you guys, let me be serious for a second!”
Even as she shouted, Merin wore a brighter smile than ever.

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