Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 459

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 459
The meeting progressed with remarkable efficiency.
With barely a day left, there was no point dwelling on impractical proposals—nothing was worse than starting something too ambitious only to find it spiraling beyond control. So they cut what needed cutting and added what needed adding.
In the end, a fairly compelling proposal took shape.
“Well then.”
Merin tapped the documents against the desk to organize them, then stood.
“Professor Jane’s office is close to our dormitory, so I’ll deliver these to her and come straight back.”
“I’ll go with Merin! Everyone worked hard today!”
The female students filed out first. Toto let out a strange, groaning sound and stretched dramatically.
“Simon.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re really going to do it?”
“Have to.”
“Huh, that’s so like you!”
Toto chuckled and walked over to a drawer in the Student Council Room, pulling something out.
“Take this too.”
“What is it?”
“A Disposable Memorial Crystal. It’s Student Council property.”
A Memorial Crystal was a crystal artifact with the ability to record images and sound. Toto tossed one to Simon.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
Simon asked, looking bewildered.
“Beats me~ But who knows? Might come in handy.”
Toto spoke with loaded significance, pocketing one crystal for himself. Then, as befitting a treasurer, he made a note that two units had been consumed.
“I’ll kill some time and slip in around when the Poison Studies Department hazing ends.”
“Got it. Be careful.”

* * *
Simon parted ways with Toto and made his way to the Summoning Department Dormitory.
The meeting had run longer than expected. He’d have to head to Pier’s Ruins at dawn instead.
‘Sigh.’
And once again he felt it—the Campus and the Summoning Department were farther apart than he’d realized, subtly but decidedly so.
After a long walk through the dark, desolate forest path, he finally reached the Summoning Department Building. Simon passed the decorative Skeleton guard and entered the dormitory.
The lobby and lounge were empty.
“Oh! There you are!”
Simon turned at the familiar voice.
Benya, a club senior, was hurrying toward the Common Kitchen laden with food supplies.
“Benya!”
She’d mentioned she was making food and drinks for the hazing ceremony. Other third-year female students were visible around her, so Simon greeted them as well.
“Back from Student Council already!”
“Yes. Where are the others?”
“They’re in the middle of the Department Welcome Ceremony right now.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“Head out the back of the building and go straight toward the Forbidden Forest. You’ll find it.”
Simon bowed and thanked her, then rushed off in the direction she’d indicated.
Though he’d worried the dark forest would be confusing, he heard boisterous laughter and saw lights scattered throughout, making it easy to find his way.
“Bleagh! Ugh-ugh-ugh-bleagh!”
And everywhere he looked, students were leaning against trees or bent double, retching.
By the red badges on their collars, they were second-years.
‘Did they drink too much? Or maybe…’
A sinking feeling washed over him.
Simon ran faster toward the sound of shouting.
‘!’
And when he finally arrived, he witnessed a horrifying sight.
Second-years lay sprawled on the ground, ashen-faced and vomiting, while standing among them was a third-year named Will—ranked twelfth overall.
“Pathetic, all of you. One sip and you’re whining like babies.”
And in front of Will, on his knees, was someone Simon recognized.
‘Toto!’
Simon’s face went deathly pale.
Before Toto lay a large bowl made of bone, filled to the brim with filthy liquid. Strange, unidentifiable chunks bobbed in the murky surface.
“Drink. Can’t you hear me, you bastard?”
Will grabbed Toto by the collar and shook him.
“You’re not setting foot in the dormitory until you finish every last drop of this.”
“I-I-I c-can’t do this…….”
Toto pleaded with watery eyes. But the answer that came back was cold.
“Blame your classmates, then.”
Will grinned and pointed to the side. The second-year students standing rigid quickly averted their gaze from Toto.
“It’s the Loyalty Game, isn’t it? Right? I figured you all would drink heartily for our last contestant, ‘Toto,’ but you take one sip and bail? Some of you barely touch your tongues to it before making a face and passing it on. Damn it, is this Kizen? Your cohort’s lost all discipline. I’m going to teach you some manners today.”
Will grabbed the back of kneeling Toto’s head with his massive palm.
“Come on, drink up. We’ll let the solids slide.”
He flexed his arm and forced Toto’s face closer to the contents of the skull vessel. Tears streamed down Toto’s cheeks.
“I-I-I c-c-can’t drink this! Sob! Help me!”
“Drinking this won’t kill you! Hey, hey! Aren’t you going to ease up on my arm?”
When Toto stubbornly gripped the skull vessel and refused to budge, Will’s eyes turned sharp.
“Maybe I need to shove your face right into the dish?”
Dark Element rippled across Will’s arm.
Just as he was about to plunge Toto’s face into the skull vessel—
Crack!
A hand seized his arm.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The second-year students, who had been looking away, unable to watch, widened their eyes. Toto also turned his head with a tearful gaze.
“Simon!!”
Will smirked.
“……You showed up?”
Will released Toto. Simon stared at him with cold eyes, but Will spoke with utter composure.
“Heheheh! What can you do? This is an old tradition of Kizen. For the unity and camaraderie between seniors and juniors…….”
“Camaraderie? All I see is bullying.”
“A second-year brat interrupting his senior. This is a mess, a real mess.”
Will spat on the ground.
“You think we enjoy this? No—before that, did you know we didn’t do this? The third-years all drank without exception, and by the end they were licking the skull vessel with their tongues! If you’re going to blame someone, blame his luck for drawing the penalty, and blame his classmates for lacking loyalty in the Loyalty Game! Now, we continue.”
Will grabbed Toto’s face again.
“Just a moment.”
When Simon objected again, irritation twisted Will’s expression.
“There the Student Council goes again, sticking its nose into ‘department affairs!’ What do you want me to do? Isn’t that overstepping your authority? Besides, haven’t you even had your official appointment ceremony yet as Student Council President?”
“You said it was the Loyalty Game.”
Simon removed his school uniform jacket.
Slip.
His black jacket fell onto the grass. He loosened his necktie and let it drop, then removed his white shirt as well, revealing Simon’s taut upper body. It was as if his muscles were packed at high density beneath his skin.
“……Wow.”
The male students let out sincere exclamations of awe, while the female students covered their faces with reddened cheeks—though they were definitely peeking through their fingers.
“What is it?”
Will flinched at the sudden display of musculature, but he feigned composure and shot back.
“What are you trying to say, you bastard! You looking for a fight with me right now?”
“In Toto’s place, I will drink it.”
At those words alone.
Silence fell as if time itself had stopped.
“Is that not acceptable?”
“Simon!!”
Toto cried out in shock. Meanwhile, Will’s lips curled up to his ears.
“I don’t see why not. You sure about this?”
Without hesitation, Simon lifted the large, flat skull vessel and brought it straight to his lips. His throat bobbed rhythmically as the contents drained rapidly.
“This, this crazy bastard……!”
Will stumbled backward in shock.
He’s actually drinking it.
Thud!!
Simon dropped the skull vessel to the ground with an expressionless face. Some sediment remained, but he had drunk all the liquid.
‘Detoxification.’
Simon’s Resistance Technique—which Professor Byeol-Ya of the Poison Studies Department acknowledged as top-tier for his year—had activated.
As blood toxin spread through his system, it triggered a Dark Magic effect within his body. His system analyzed the impurities that had entered and forcibly expelled all the harmful toxic components to the outside of his body.
And on top of that.
‘Dark Internal Separation!’
Drops of dark essence fell onto Simon’s bare chest one by one. He had just gathered the impure components into a single point using the Resistance Technique, then fused the dark element and blood toxin together with Dark Internal Separation, expelling them from his body.
Thud.
Plop.
Roll-roll-roll—
Sickly dark-red droplets reeking of corruption scattered across the floor.
Simon drew a long breath, steadying himself. Then he opened his eyes slowly.
“Is it done?”
Stomp!
Simon crushed one of the droplets on the ground beneath his heel as he spoke.
Will’s face had gone pale with shock, his lips trembling visibly.
‘What did he just do? Why is he fine?’
“It’s that thing, Will.”
A third-year standing behind Will leaned in and whispered quietly.
“The Resistance Technique that new Poison Studies professor teaches. It neutralizes toxins.”
“……What?”
What lay in the bowl was a nauseating, contaminated liquid—yet Simon had essentially just drunk clean water.
For someone to whom most poisons were useless, detoxification at this level was simple.
“S-Simon…….”
Toto looked up at him with eyes full of admiration. Simon offered a faint smile and picked his shirt up from the floor, putting it back on.
“If that’s everything…….”
“No.”
Will’s eyes sharpened.
“This isn’t over yet, you bastard!”
Just as planned.
Simon smiled silently to himself.

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The Kizen Department Welcome Ceremony operated on a specific system.
There was the Main Game—where the department representative participated directly, with third-year and second-year seniors gathered for what appeared to be a normal drinking session. Students who lost games or drew penalty cards were sent to the “Hazing Ceremony.”
This was what happened to the students who drank the filth with Toto.
The Hazing Ceremony proceeded in three stages, and students who endured all three were left so physically and mentally exhausted that they typically couldn’t return to the Main Game and instead went straight back to the Dormitory.
Once the Hazing Ceremony ended, the Main Game would select the next penalty recipient and send them through the same ordeal.
Ultimately, most students experienced the Hazing Ceremony at least once.
Only a select few favored by their seniors—or the second-year department representative—avoided it entirely. These students inevitably developed unwavering loyalty toward those seniors who had spared them.
And at that same moment, at the Main Game Venue.
“Ha~ You slipped through again. You’re lucky, Lorain!”
“…….”
Lorain, who had participated in the welcome ceremony, had drawn a lottery slip with no mark on it. Her expression hardened slightly.
Leonard spoke cheerfully.
“Well, well, that’s enough of that. How about pouring us a drink? Tonight we’re going all out!”
Leonard was pressing forward relentlessly, ensuring Lorain had no opportunity to focus on anything else.
Beside him were mostly third-years, while the second-years consisted only of department representative Hector, Aseraz, and Lorain herself.
“……Yes.”
The third-years received the drinks Lorain poured with gratitude and drank eagerly, while they worked hard to keep the mood lively. Yet with each glass she poured, her expression grew progressively more rigid.
‘This won’t do.’
She had heard rumors of the “Hazing Ceremony” herself. She had deliberately tried to fall into it to investigate, but had been subtly excluded each time.
In fact, the game was being manipulated with extreme precision, undetectable to any of the third-years.
They were desperate to keep Neftis’s daughter from being sent through the Hazing Ceremony.
“Senior.”
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Lorain set down her glass.
“I’m worried about the students who went to the penalty area. Would it be all right if I went to check on them for a moment?”
“Niben!”
Leonard called out to the third-year next to him.
“She’s worried about the Hazing Ceremony kids! Go check how they’re doing.”
“You got it!”
A student named Niben dashed off immediately. Lorain jolted up in surprise.
“Oh, n-no! I was going to——”
“Nah, nah, it’s fine.”
Leonard pressed her shoulder down, keeping her seated.
“Given who you are, you must be exhausted, right? Special treatment gets old after a day or two. It’s tiring, frustrating. I understand.”
“…….”
“All the more reason you need to show everyone here that you mix well with us ordinary folk. That’ll satisfy the Chancellor, won’t it? This is your chance. I’ll make sure you’re friends with all the kids here. Hey! Lorain, pour us some wine!”
Leonard had Lorain under tight watch.
Lorain, Neftis’s daughter, had grown up moving in formal circles, receiving reverence and admiration wherever she went. Leonard, born the son of a minor bureaucrat, had clawed his way through every slight and sidelong glance Kizen had to offer.
A mentalist with experience unmatched—he’d tried every trick in the book to win over his seniors and professors.
Their backgrounds were worlds apart. There was no way Lorain could escape a trap Leonard had deliberately constructed.
‘Sigh.’
The moment she brought up the bathroom as an excuse—her only escape route from Leonard—third-year senior girls materialized like ghosts, latching onto her.
‘Four key players.’
Leonard clinked his glass against Lorain’s and drained his wine in one long pull.
‘Stubborn Serne obviously isn’t coming. Simon got called to the Student Council. Benya’s off preparing ingredients. Lorain’s under my watch. Perfect.’
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
‘Just let nothing go wrong. Will.’
But already.
Trouble was unfolding in a place Leonard couldn’t see.

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