Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 446

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 446
Whoooosh!
Slicing cleanly through the water’s current, Simon rode atop the undead Deimos, forging ahead.
His feet were locked firm against Deimos’s body, while his hands traced over the sea chart Dik had brought.
‘Let me think this through.’
Simon recalled the story he’d heard from the guide at the Deimos Museum earlier that day.
–This marks Deimos’s current location. Here in Parona, we’ve been tracking Deimos’s position for a full month before the event! Based on this speed, Deimos will pass by tomorrow afternoon with his retinue.
Deimos traveled at a constant speed and route, circling the seas across the entire continent. Tomorrow, he would pass through the narrow waters between the Parona Peninsula and the islands.
Estimated arrival: tomorrow afternoon.
If they could reach Parona even slightly faster, they might sweep up all the Naga in one strike. But Deimos’s speed never varied. The Randolph Gang had made their calculations based on that certainty, which was why they’d launched this operation.
“This is the only way, then.”
He looked down at the undead Deimos cutting through the water’s surface. Black essence rippled across its bone joints at intervals.
“You can do this, right? Deimos?”
He felt the summon’s anxious, somewhat unstable thoughts through their connection. Simon soothed his creature reassuringly and checked the sea chart once more.
“Should be showing up soon… ah!”
There—as if summoned by his words, it appeared.
Far across the sea, the water turned black. It wasn’t motionless; it writhed and churned, creeping gradually closer.
Not a single living thing. Tens of thousands of creatures massed together beneath the surface, forming a vast writhing bulk.
‘…All of that is supposed to be marine life?’
The sheer scale staggered him. Through their bond, Deimos’s panic radiated in frantic waves.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make you fight that.”
Minutes later, the Deimos Legion drew within striking distance.
Simon activated the Oxygen Tank Spell Circle that Merin had developed, then sent the trembling Deimos back into his Subspace.
Splash!
Then he dove into the sea.
Cold sensation stabbed through his entire body. Before him unfolded the ocean’s interior—silent and serene as a primordial world.
But there was no time for contemplation. He surged toward the black mass at maximum speed.
‘…Wow.’
Innumerable dark, writhing forms engulfed the seabed, approaching him. Even the marine monsters native to these coasts synchronized with that mass, drawn in like iron filings to a magnet.
The bulk swelled larger with each passing moment.
And at the head of this swarm loomed a whale of such staggering proportions that Simon’s jaw nearly unhinged.
This was the true adult—the genuine “Deimos,” known by the epithet Master of the Seas.
‘…’
Am I actually insane?
What am I even doing here?
The instant his eyes met Deimos’s, he felt his resolve crack violently. Every cell in his body flared red alert.
If he was being honest, there had been a tiny thread of hope—barely one percent—that if everything went impossibly well, he might actually capture the adult Deimos.
But standing here in reality, he saw how foolish that notion truly was.
He had to at least distinguish between what was possible and what was impossible. Simon erased that line of thinking from his mind entirely.
‘Get ahold of yourself. Focus only on what you can actually do right now!’
He bit his lip until blood came. The pain brought clarity. He forced down his terror ruthlessly, then faced Deimos with steady resolve.
The adult had noticed Simon by now, but it barely seemed to register. Compared to Deimos’s immense bulk, Simon was nothing more than a speck—a wretched insect of a life form.
‘It’s madness, but—’
Simon twisted his mouth into a fierce grin and spread both arms wide.
‘I’ve got no choice but to pull it off!’
Uuuuuung!
Uuuung!
What unfurled in his two hands was Phantasus Original’s Sleep.
The plan was simple.
Put Deimos to sleep, then while command of the marine creatures faltered, escort them aboard his own undead Deimos and return to Parona.
Then use that force to destroy the Naga swarms and save Parona.
‘I’m sorry, but I’m borrowing your army!’
He drew his concentration to its peak.
The world around him grew quieter. His heartbeat slowed.
‘More. More.’
Sound faded away.
Now even time itself moved sluggish and slow.
Feeling his consciousness rise to a heightened state, Simon focused entirely on tracing the magic circles forming in both his hands.
His opponent: an adult Deimos and its legion.
Against that, all he possessed was a pair of trivial, insignificant magic circles being drawn in the palms of his hands.
But he stands firm against it.
‘A simple Sleep spell won’t be enough!’
Simon’s eyes snapped wide open.
‘I need to pour everything I’ve got into this, raise the very spectrum of firepower itself!’
Crash, crash, crash, crash!
Simon poured an enormous quantity of Dark Element into the magical circle all at once, far exceeding its rated capacity.
The internal balance shattered and the circuits and formulas broke apart, but he didn’t stop. When a circuit snapped, he reconnected it. When a formula crumbled, he redrew it. He held on with everything he had, tearing it to the edge of destruction without letting it shatter completely.
-Think of Black Magic as the scarred body of a battle-hardened warrior! It constantly transforms and evolves to meet each new situation and condition!
An expansion far beyond what the magical circle’s specifications could endure.
The ecosystem breaks apart and tears again and again, but it refuses to surrender. Everything becomes tattered and frayed as he stitches it all together.
‘Even failure, even wounds—they’re all just part of the process!’
Sparks crackled around Simon’s head.
‘Accept everything as the birth pangs of evolution!’
The magical circle gradually approaches its limit, twisting into something grotesque—no longer something you could even call a magical circle.
Simon held a shrieking demon in both hands, squeezing it with all his might.
‘I can do this!’
Blood streamed from his mouth because of the Dark Magic backflow, and both his eyes were bloodshot, but—
Simon felt an overwhelming rush of ascension.
His eyes hold all things.
In both his hands he grips all things.
He sets no limits, draws no lines, takes failure as a process, and stitches it all together in tattered, endless thread.
And then.
‘!’
A sharp crack.
Simon felt something shatter, and sunlight pour in.
Screeeeeeeeech!
Three-dimensional tendrils erupted from the two-dimensional magical circle.
The result of an endless tug-of-war—Simon’s unceasing demand for evolution pulling against the magical circle’s attempt to maintain balance at its absolute limit.
Rather than explode, the magical circle chose to expand in a completely different direction.
‘Ah!’
The three-dimensional tendrils extending from the magical circle blossomed into flowers—multiple magical circles connected to a single origin.
Several magical circles linked to one another, each receiving and executing a share of the central circle’s overloaded burden.
This was none other than—
‘That realm Chairman Phantasus spoke of!’
Simon’s lips curled upward as he watched Deimos approach.
A tremendous roar!
So Deimos had noticed that the insignificant speck was doing something suspicious.
It opened its massive maw.
The seawater around them was sucked in like a vacuum, and Simon’s body was dragged violently toward Deimos’s gaping mouth.
‘Ugh!’
Simon maintained his focus and knotted the magical circle in his right hand, completing it. Then he readied it for launch toward Deimos, bracing for the impact.
‘Hit!’
Different from the one created by the original author, Phantasus.
A true original that only I can wield.
<Simon Original – Sleeping Deimos>
A dark blue flash erupted forward, striking the whale’s palate. The curse applied perfectly.
‘One strike isn’t enough!’
Immediately he completed the magical circle in his left hand and fired a second one.
This time the curse slammed into its throat—two stacks.
But—
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!
Deimos showed no sign of fatigue.
‘Even all of this still isn’t enough?’
Despair flickers at the edge of his mind. Just as Simon’s body was being sucked into Deimos’s cavern-like mouth—
Thud.
Deimos closed its mouth. The seawater that had been rushing inward stopped abruptly, and white bubbles began to rise.
A deep, drawn-out groan—
In the silence of the abyss, Deimos’s enormous eye turned toward Simon.
It had not fallen asleep from Simon’s Sleep spell, but Deimos had clearly chosen to stop its attack of its own will.
-Keeeeegh!
—Crack-splash!
The sea monsters that spotted Simon from behind gleamed their teeth and thrashed their tentacles. Yet Deimos held them in check with his own wavelength, preventing them from attacking the boy.
‘What’s happening?’
Simon stared at Deimos in bewilderment.
He’d cast a curse, but it hadn’t made the creature sleep.
Yet he felt no hostility radiating from Deimos.
‘Is it… at peace?’
The enormous head bent down and prodded the tiny land-dweller’s body playfully.
Simon, swept along by the current, opened both hands again.
‘I don’t know what’s happening, but—’
The Sleep curse that Phantasus had taught him was different from other curses; it left its target feeling comfortable and content.
Deimos didn’t perceive Simon’s attack as hostility.
And he wanted to sink even deeper into that comfort.
‘Five stacks—that’s my limit!’
Simon wove the same curse again. In this heightened state of focus—his Compello state—he actively channeled Blackness’s nature to remember.
And finally.
‘This is the last one!’
Five stacks of Sleep.
Beyond six stacks, the curse would destabilize, its potency actually diminishing. So five was the absolute ceiling.
Once Simon had spent all his Sleep, he left the rest to fate.
[……]
As expected, Deimos didn’t fall asleep from the curse’s effect.
It was impossible to make a creature so vast succumb to a hastily improvised curse.
And yet.
Unmistakably, Deimos felt a pleasant, drowsy heaviness settling over him.
Sssssslowly—
The whale prepared itself to sleep by its own will.
A whale’s sleep held nothing extraordinary. It simply positioned its body vertically and remained utterly still.
That was how whales slept.
—Crack-crack-crack-splash!
—Krrrriek!
The moment the whale drifted into slumber, the wavelength it had been radiating weakened to half its strength. Half the sea monsters and fish that had been enslaved by that wavelength broke free, and several of them surged toward Simon.
Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle!
“Gasp!”
The oxygen in the Oxygen Tank Spell Circle had run out.
Simon held his breath and swam desperately. Black-skinned monsters closed in from all sides, bearing down on him.
But escape was impossible in the sea. Octopus-like tentacles coiled around Simon’s body, and behind them, shark-like monsters flashed their teeth.
‘Now’s the moment!’
As the tentacles dragged him downward, Simon tore open a Subspace.
And.
—Uuuuuuuuuuu!
A new ‘master of the sea’ emerged into view.

* * *
“Hold them! Hold the line!”
Meanwhile, the battle on the Parona Peninsula had raged straight through to dawn.
The Necromancers of Parona, students from the Kizen Necromancer School, and mercenaries fought desperately to contain the Naga on the beachside, but fatigue was mounting and defeat seemed inevitable.
The late hour, the Parona Peninsula’s isolated geography, and most crucially the swarm of Naga infesting the coast all severely limited rapid reinforcement from outside.
“We need backup! The Lord’s Castle’s barrier has collapsed—it’s in danger!”
A messenger who’d come to report shouted the news. The Necromancers fighting at the shore grimaced.
“Backup? We’re in a hopeless situation ourselves!”
“We should just flee! If the Necromancers gather and build a fortress together, we can hold out for days.”
As the situation darkened, such words began to circulate.
“Are you all finished talking?”
Merin, her voice sharp with anger, stepped forward, and several Necromancers flinched.
“If we retreat now, everyone in the Lord’s Castle—residents and tourists alike—will be slaughtered! You know this!”
The middle-aged Necromancer shook his head slowly.
“Hmm. You’re still a student, so you don’t understand the reality of situations like this. Sometimes there simply is no answer.”
“I have children. I won’t die pointlessly in some foreign land!”
“You all really—!”
“Merin! Hold on!”
Kamibarez grabbed Merin by the shoulders to pull her back.
“If we’ve got energy left to fight each other, shouldn’t we use it to help?”
Dick shouted, hurling a potion bottle.
A viscous liquid spread across the ground, and when the Nagas tried to pass over it, they stuck fast and couldn’t move.
Click!
Dick flicked his lighter to flame and tossed it behind his head. The sticky liquid caught fire, burning bright, and the Nagas’ screams of agony erupted.
“Where’s Simon?”
Kamibarez shook her head at Dick’s question.
“He hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Ah! I’m starting to get worried. He didn’t actually go and attack Deimos, did he?”
“……I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
Crash!
The only one still fighting on a battlefield where defeat crept ever closer was the Mercenary King Arthur.
“Hahahaha!”
A Necromancer before he was a swordsman, he minimized the consumption of his Dark Element and faced the monsters with his blade alone, his movements vigorous and unflagging.
Of course, in this case his stamina would give out rather than his Dark Element, but Arthur’s physical endurance transcended human limits by an unfathomable measure.
“For someone so foolish, he certainly knows how to fight.”
It was Merin’s assessment.
Click! Click!
And there was a reporter, busily capturing Arthur’s fighting form with his Mana Camera.
“A desperate situation! Comrades with their backs turned! And yet the Mercenary King fights on to the bitter end! Ah!”
The reporter’s eyes glistened with tears as he held the Mana Camera.
“This is the perfect closing shot for my life’s work!”
“Excuse me, sir. It’s dangerous for you to be here.”
Dick approached, speaking curtly.
“Stay back!”
When the reporter swung his Mana Camera toward Dick, the Kizen student instinctively flinched and stopped in his tracks.
“I already know we’ll all die on this island anyway!”
The reporter spoke with resolve.
“Even if monsters devour my body, this Mana Camera and the notes I’ve written will endure! I’ve dedicated my life to recording the deeds of heroes in my articles!”
“What is he talking about?”
“Sounds like professional duty. Just leave him be.”
Merin sighed as she spoke.
In the meantime, Nagas covered the beachside and came ashore, but the Necromancers who had planned to escape were already gone.
Kamibarez clenched her fists tight.
“The Mercenary King alone can’t handle this! We all need to fight together!”
“Right.”
Beside Arthur, who stood with his sword planted in the ground and gasped for breath, Merin, Kamibarez, and Dick lined up in a row.
“Y-you all……!”
Arthur’s face glistened with emotion.
“You’re willing to face an honorable death alongside me……!”
“Who’s dying?”
Merin shrieked. Kamibarez also pulled Dark Element into both her hands as she spoke.
“Don’t think like that. Just hold on a little longer and Simon will come back to us! Simon will definitely find a way……!”
Right then.
-Woooooooooooooo!
Along with the dawn breaking through the darkness and surging forward,
a sound like a ship’s horn echoed across the Parona Peninsula.

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