Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 468

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 468
At the Dock, a flood of complaints was erupting.
“Contact headquarters and double-check! There’s no way a single seat is unaccounted for!”
“I apologize, but we already confirmed at dawn, and not a single enrolled student has surrendered their place.”
“What makes you think nothing’s changed since then? Just call headquarters like I’m telling you!”
The protester appeared to be a boy who had failed the entrance examination for Kizen.
An Attendant checking the Admission Certificates of incoming students stood blocking his way.
The newly admitted students who had passed without incident watched this commotion unfold with keen interest.
“It’s an annual tradition.”
“Candidate number one means ranked 1,001st, right? Kind of pitiful, really.”
“But what can you do about it?”
Snicker, snicker, snicker!
The Candidate, hearing that laughter, turned his gaze toward the new students with a cold expression.
The eyes of a madman about to tear someone limb from limb.
The laughter of the new students died away.
“So you pass garbage like that, but you fail me—the heir to Amperge—and rank me 1,001st? Are you mocking me?”
“I’m afraid you must leave. Please step back.”
“How dare a commoner speak to me!”
And there it was—the trademark name-dropping of a first-year student.
The Attendant, who had been doing this job for years, knew that offering any leeway here would only complicate matters further and give this student false hope. So he became even colder in his response.
“Next applicant.”
The Attendant glanced toward the rear and spoke.
“Please come in.”
In an instant, the Candidate’s eyes flipped.
Crack!
Before anyone could stop him, the Candidate viciously kicked the Attendant’s leg.
The Attendant, never having expected actual violence, clenched his lips and sank to the ground. Murmurs erupted from all around.
“You think you’re invincible just because Kizen backs you?”
The Candidate raised his arm.
“And you dare disrespect nobility—!”
Seize!
“That’s enough.”
The Candidate’s wrist was caught in a powerful grip. When he turned around, a boy with flaming red hair stood before him, his expression stern.
“Who are you!”
“Arthur Bleman.”
Arthur’s eyes flashed.
“The Mercenary King.”
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
Arthur’s monstrous grip squeezed the Candidate’s wrist. The Candidate cried out “Aaaagh!” and fell to his knees, writhing on the ground.
The gathered students murmured at the sight.
“The Mercenary King?”
“For real?”
“Why would someone of that caliber come to a school like this?”
Arthur spoke with gravity.
“Apologize to this man.”
Crunch-crunch!
The pressure increased. The Candidate let out a sound of agony.
“What kind of strength is this…!”
The Candidate, who had been writhing on the ground, suddenly felt his eyes turn black.
[Did you think this wouldn’t happen?]
Seize!
The Candidate, his wrist pinned, reversed his grip and began squeezing Arthur’s wrist in turn. This time, Arthur’s expression hardened.
‘Ugh, what—!’
Arthur, who had always been confident he would never lose in a contest of raw strength and power, was being overpowered head-on.
Crunch, crunch-crunch-crunch!
Cold sweat trickled down Arthur’s forehead.
The Candidate’s eyes, suddenly turned black, and the unstable Darkness aura pouring from his body—along with that monstrous strength.
‘This bastard—something’s wrong with his state!’
Burst!
The Candidate released his wrist and kicked Arthur back. Arthur barely blocked it with his forearm, but his body slid backward across the ground.
“Cough!”
[You’re really the Mercenary King? Why are you so pathetic?]
The Candidate watched the Attendant collapse onto the floor, snickering.
[See? Everyone saw that, right? I have this much power and I’m ranked 1,001st? Doesn’t that strike you as strange?]
Two Attendants rushed forward, caught the fallen female Attendant, and retreated.
[Anyone confident enough, step forward!]
His mouth opened monstrously wide.
[I’m stronger than anyone here!]
Rooooaaaaargh!
An alien darkness erupted from his body, staining the sky around him pitch black. The Attendants gasped and threw up their arms.
“All students, get on the ship!”
“Fall back!”
The students fled while the Attendants readied themselves for combat.
The Candidate rotated his shoulders with a grinding sound, speaking in a sinister voice.
[Still won’t admit it? Still? Fine then! I’ll prove my strength by taking you all down one by one, with my own hands. After that comes the turn of those bastards who laughed at me.]
He cackled as he watched the new students scramble toward the ship.
[If I eliminate just a few people here, they’ll have no choice but to admit me, right? Right?]
“You…!”
Arthur shot to his feet.
“Do you really think I’d let that happen?”
[Go ahead. Try it, Mercenary King.]
Arthur launched himself forward, his fists wreathed in shadow. The Candidate stood motionless, smirking as if daring him to throw the punch.
Crack!
But Arthur’s fist stopped mere inches from the Candidate’s face.
“Stop, Arthur.”
An oppressive presence bore down on the crowd.
Shudder—
Arthur couldn’t move with his wrist pinned.
He’d been overpowered twice in one day. His eyes shifted.
Blue hair fluttered and danced in the wind.
“S-Simon, sir!”
“The student council president!!”
At the shouts of Arthur and the Attendant, the Candidate’s lips curved upward.
[So you’ve finally shown yourself!]
The Attendants retreated, and the new students who’d been hiding in the ship surged toward the windows to watch.
“Wait, excuse me, coming through!”
Princess Molly abandoned all dignity and squeezed through the narrow gap, pushing her head out the window. She could see Simon holding Arthur’s wrist.
Arthur cried out.
“Let go, Simon sir! That bastard is really evil…!”
“Stand down, Arthur.”
Simon’s voice turned glacial as he thrust Arthur’s arm away.
Faced with Simon’s cold demeanor for the first time, Arthur retreated backward, flinching.
“You’re not a formal Kizen student yet. Assault a nobleman’s son, and your admission might be revoked entirely.”
Hahahahahaha!
The Candidate laughed loudly.
[Ah— ah— so people in charge do speak sense? You actually know what’s what!]
“Which is why.”
Crunch!
Every mouth fell open. Simon’s fist had slammed directly into the Candidate’s face.
“Leave this to me.”
Crash-bang-bang!
The Candidate spewed blood from his nose as he crumpled, tumbling across the ground in a pathetic heap.
Roaaaaaaaargh!
Violent cheers erupted from all sides. Even the Kizen staff member who’d been preparing a Curse quietly smiled and lowered his index finger.
Simon stared down at the Candidate with an expressionless face.
[This bastard…]
His nose was broken, blood streaming freely. A few teeth clattered to the floor from his mouth.
“I am the student council president of Kizen.”
Simon spoke coldly.
“I have a duty to protect the lives and property of this school. And right now, you…”
Simon’s gaze shifted from Arthur, who gripped his wrist, to the Attendant crumpled on the floor. His voice was thick with barely contained rage.
“I’m starting to think I could beat you senseless without any legal consequences.”
[……This low-born wretch! Who does he think he is, showing off like this!]
The Candidate lurched to his feet.
[I told you! I’m stronger than anyone here!]
Roaaaaaaaar!
A torrent of Dark Element erupted from him—incomparably vaster than before, gushing like a fountain. His body trembled violently. Hairline fractures began spreading across his skin like spiderweb cracks.
“That’s Dark Magic that trades bodily damage for a brief surge of power, isn’t it?”
Simon exhaled slowly.
“Maybe that’s enough to get into Kizen, but I’d wager you won’t last more than a few months. Three years is a long time to spend here.”
[Shut your mooooouth!]
He raised his grotesquely enlarged right arm. With wet, crackling sounds, something like a monster’s flesh bulged from beneath his skin.
[I’ll crush the Student Council President and prove my strength! I’ll make the Death Witch regret not admitting me!]
Crack!
He drove himself forward, slamming the ground with his twisted, shadow-wreathed arm, and hurled it toward Simon with all his might.
Simon didn’t dodge. He simply withdrew one hand from his pocket and thrust it forward with ease.

Boom!
The two fists collided at the center point.
By any measure, the Candidate’s arm was thicker and more powerful. Everyone watching expected Simon’s arm to buckle under the force—but.
Crack-crack-crack!
Dark Element burst forth from Simon’s fist like a shockwave, tearing through the Candidate’s right arm. Muscle twisted with a sickening sound as the Candidate shrieked.
[Argh! Ahhhhhhh!]
He stumbled backward, cradling his mangled arm.
[Damn it all!!]
His right arm shrank as his left arm ballooned grotesquely larger. Claws glinted as they materialized, and he raked them toward the motionless Simon.
Whoooosh!
But they never reached him.
‘When did he—!’
An emerald rope had coiled around the Candidate’s right leg. When Simon yanked the left hand he’d kept in reserve, the Candidate crashed hard onto his back.
“You lack experience, Candidate. Fights aren’t won by strength alone.”
[Grrr!]
The moment the humiliated Candidate jerked his torso upright, Simon’s boot sole filled his vision.
Thud!
His head snapped backward. Simon’s fist arrived like lightning, leaving afterimages in its wake.
Crack!
Smack!
Strikes to the abdomen and chest—each one a hammer blow that seemed to travel through the spine and shake the brain itself.
The Candidate tried to swing his arms, but Simon yanked the Cloud again, and like a pulley system, he crashed to the ground once more.
‘Playing with me like a toy—!’
The instant the Candidate’s torso began to rise, Simon was already backing away.
A vast Subspace had opened overhead, and within it, black flame spheres churned and glowed, ready to deploy.
“Fire, Mages.”

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
With his leg still tethered, the Candidate took hit after hit from the black fireballs, swallowed by explosions. Simon calmly released the Cloud and watched the smoke billow.
Roarrrrr!
The wind pressure cleared the smoke as the Candidate snarled and unleashed Dark Element into the air. It rose like a pillar, then transformed into the shape of arrows.
[My turn!]
Dozens of Black Arrows rained down. Simon stood motionless once again.
‘Gate Opening.’
Whoooosh-whoooosh!
Whoooosh!
Six long blades snaked outward from all directions, coiling around Simon’s body like a flower bud unfurling, wrapping upward without gap or seam. The Black Arrows shattered against the spinning steel and vanished without trace.
“Wow……!”
“Overwhelming! He’s winning even against forbidden Dark Magic!”
“Go, Student Council President, seniors!!”
Yaaaaaaay-!
The first-year students who’d stumbled upon Simon’s fight erupted in uncontainable excitement.
[You bastard!]
Crack-crackle-crack!
And the moment the Overlord was withdrawn, Simon—who had been inside it—vanished as though he’d teleported to a different spot altogether.
[!]
Before the Candidate could even register the hole torn through the deck, Simon’s body erupted from beneath the floorboards and appeared directly behind his back.

Pop.
Simon’s palm, inscribed with a magic circle, swept across the Candidate’s body as it passed. The Candidate thrashed his arm wildly, driving Simon away.
“What—huh?”
The fleshy mass writhing across the Candidate’s form suddenly went slack, its vigor draining away.
The tremendous strength, the explosive darkness—both dimmed sharply.
“What did you do!”
“Simple.”
Simon brushed off his palm.
“I put the monster controlling your body to sleep.”
“That’s impossible—!”
Crack!
Simon’s fist drove deep into his abdomen. The Candidate hacked out a wet cough and dropped to his knees on the floor.
Smash!
A following kick sent him sprawling to the ground.
Crunch!
Simon ground his face brutally beneath his sole.
There was nothing left to do. The monster in his body refused to answer.
Utterly overwhelming.
He’d never encountered a Necromancer this strong in his life.
‘……wasn’t the difference only one year?’
Terror consumed him entirely—his body shook beyond the mind’s control, trembling uncontrollably.
The Candidate’s gaze lifted upward.
A blue-haired demon, light blazing from its eyes, stared down at him with glacial contempt.
“Look at me.”
There was no way to resist this power.

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