Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 484

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School, Episode 484
The competition for course registration among second-year students was fiercer than ever.
As the struggle intensified, some students began using the Flight Technique, but this proved unwise—it drew the attention of the flying monsters and, worse, exposed them to Endolas Bodville’s hovering card.
‘Good.’
Simon had made it safely to the front of the Curse Studies Building. He thought he’d arrived quickly enough, but other students had beaten him there.
“This way!”
“See if there’s a path around back!”
But something seemed off. All of them had abandoned the perfectly open main entrance and were now scouring the rear of the building for alternative routes.
‘Is there something blocking the main entrance?’
Simon’s head turned. Three students lay sprawled on the ground in front of the main gate, trapped inside a barrier that resembled a coffin, writhing helplessly.
‘Thirty minutes of Forced Rest. Their Barrier Gauge must have hit zero from an attack.’
But who could have done this to them?
The answer revealed itself at once. Among the fallen students, he spotted a large card lying flat on the ground.
Without question, it was Endolas Bodville’s card.
‘…I see. The main entrance is the fastest and most convenient route, but a powerful monster is waiting for us there?’
There was no time to take a detour. Without bold action, there was no way to secure the courses he wanted on his schedule.
What was needed now was courage—and resolve.
While other students searched for alternate paths, Simon alone strode confidently toward the main entrance.
Flash!
As Simon drew near, the large card flared with light and instantly warped the space around him.
The separated space was far larger than when he’d been trapped by other cards’ tricks. Darkness filled the air, and something enormous was rising from the ground.
‘A golem?’
A monster whose entire body was encased in black stone, its two eyes glowing with sickly white radiance.
And aggressive it was. The moment it spotted Simon, it hurled a fist at him without hesitation.
Boom!
Simon threw himself sideways and dodged.
The golem’s extended fist shattered the floor tiles, detonated a fountain, and pulverized a nearby market stall as it passed through.
‘Thank goodness this isn’t the actual campus.’
This was a separate world shaped like the school. Simon transferred the completed Magic Circle to his index finger and readied it for discharge.
The fastest, easiest Curse to cast.

The Exgust curse shot forth in a plume of smoke, striking the golem’s body dead-center.
‘It landed!’
The curse had clearly taken effect.
But the golem’s body slowed only imperceptibly. Simon had to throw himself out of the way again to dodge the next attack.
“Ugh!”
Caught off-guard, he paid the price with a violent roll across the hard floor. Every muscle screamed, but even as he tumbled, he prepared the next curse.

He fired his familiar curses in rapid succession, but the golem’s assault showed no signs of flagging.
Crash!
The golem’s massive arm toppled a nearby building.
Simon ran desperately, weaving through the debris raining down from above. An entire lecture hall collapsed, and desks and chairs scattered everywhere.
‘I’ve landed three curses and barely slowed it down. How am I supposed to defeat it?’
Simon continued to evade attacks and launch curses, gathering data as he went.
As time passed, he uncovered several crucial facts.
First: that golem’s Curse Stack doesn’t accumulate. Even though the first Exgust landed, the second one simply bounced off.
Second: he’d tried casting Sickness again after its duration ended. It worked, but the effect was drastically weakened. It seemed that once a curse was used, immunity developed and its potency plummeted sharply.
‘Now I understand.’
Simon finally grasped the test-maker’s intent.
‘Don’t rely on Stack accumulation. Instead, overwhelm it with a single powerful curse.’
Hidden behind debris from the collapsed building, Simon flipped frantically through his Curse Magic textbook, catching his breath. If it wasn’t a curse he used frequently, he’d only skimmed it during class—he hadn’t committed it to memory.
‘Found it!’
Simon located the page he wanted and immediately sketched a Magic Circle in the air.
“Rune Language is shadow-obscuring. Series Formula is expansion.”
Though he’d never used it outside of class, both his mind and his Dark Element remembered. Simon quickly completed the Magic Circle, hoisted it onto his index finger, and aimed it at the golem like a gun barrel.
A curse that obscured or narrowed the target’s vision.

Flash!
The Blind curse flew like a bullet and struck the golem’s face. Come to think of it, the only part of the golem’s entire body that stood out so distinctly was those two white eyes.
Within moments, the Blind curse took effect, and the golem’s once-white eyes clouded over to gray, no longer able to track Simon with its former precision.
‘It worked, but this isn’t the real solution.’
Blind was merely a stalling tactic. He had to finish the creature before the curse wore off.
Simon rose slowly from his seat and stepped forward.
‘My best shot. The one I’ve got.’
He opened his palm, closed his eyes, and pulled his concentration taut.
A deep, rolling hum.
The sensation of sinking into quiet depths. Droplets bloomed upward.
From somewhere in a dark abyss—a whale’s heartbeat song trembled against his ears.
‘I have to recreate that feeling perfectly.’
Before his eyes: the master of the Sea.
He recalled those massive pupils drawing all things toward them.
And the one method he’d drawn forth to stand against it.
A high, keening note.
A magical circle began to etch itself into the boy’s palm.
‘Push the Dark Element supply past its limit—overload the circle itself.’
The circle tore open, and in its place a three-dimensional circle bloomed like a bud, drawing forth the terrible power harbored within that black mana into reality.
At last, Simon’s eyes opened.
That very curse, the one he had used to subdue the colossal monster.
<Simon Original – Sleeping Deimos>
With a sound like a whale’s cry, a torrent of dark-blue water surged forth and crashed against the golem’s body.
The impact thundered outward.
The effect was like a wave striking stone. The golem’s form twisted, and it toppled where it stood.
The ground shook with the impact.
A massive shockwave sent everything nearby flying, and the floor heaved beneath the concussive blast.
Simon braced himself, arms shielding his head.
“……?”
Simon cautiously opened his eyes.
The monster lay sprawled on the ground, asleep, and beyond it stood a door made of cards.
‘I did it.’
Simon crept past quietly, careful not to wake the creature, and slipped through the door.
A resonant hum.
The barrier shattered completely, and the moment Simon passed through, he found himself standing in the 3rd Floor Corridor of Curse Studies Building.
Direct transport.
Since the difficulty of the test had been so severe, the rewards offered to those who cleared it were equally extraordinary.
‘Good. Let’s go.’

* * *
2nd Year Campus, Curse Studies Building.
Bahil’s new research office.
A soft clink.
Che-Heckel, Curse Department valedictorian, set the teacup on its saucer.
“Professor. Your coffee.”
She stepped back, folded her hands, and waited.
“…….”
For all his usual addiction to the drink, the man in immaculate white showed little interest. He simply reclined in his chair, breathing quietly, his gaze distant.
Around him, belongings and documents from the 1st Year Campus lay scattered—still unpacked, even though the term had begun.
The enormous blackboard that had dominated one wall was the same story.
Che-Heckel studied it. Traces of names—Simon Polentia among them—were still visible.
“Professor, today is course registration.”
“…….”
“Students will be arriving. You should have some coffee and prepare to greet them.”
A soft rustling.
Bahil’s fingers moved.
He had his peculiarities—fastidious about which dishes he used, insisting only on his own. Even at restaurants, he’d request that food be served on plates he’d brought himself.
A soft clink.
Bahil’s fingers gripped the cup’s handle. Che-Heckel watched with anticipant eyes, but for a full minute he made no movement, simply holding it. Then his grip loosened.
Instead, he dipped a finger into the steaming coffee, brought it to his mouth, sucked it dry, and let his arm fall limp again—like a patient without strength.
Was this a man or a corpse?
“Professor!!”
Che-Heckel’s eyes flashed with barely contained fury.
“What on earth are you doing? You vanish without a word, cause all that trouble for the other professors, and then act like the world ends because one student won’t attend your lectures?”
“Yes.”
Bahil’s mouth opened.
His voice emerged hollow, drained of all vitality.
“My world has collapsed.”
“Collapsed? What about that mad ambition of yours—cursing the entire world? You said yourself that Simon was just one piece in that puzzle!”
“Che-Heckel.”
He offered a feeble smile.
“He is a talent that appears once in ten thousand years, if at all. But my lifespan falls short of ten thousand years. A skilled Necromancer lives perhaps one hundred fifty years. Waiting another ten thousand years is far too long for me.”
“…No, Professor!”
Bahil’s lips curved slightly upward.
“There’s no helping it. It was my mistake, and I acted too hastily. I should have cultivated him as an exceptional curse mage in a positive environment for at least several years before interfering. Instead, I tried to teach Compenomia to a seventeen-year-old who’d opened his Core less than a year ago. The boy is clever—he saw through me at once. He realized what I was trying to do to him.”
“……”
Che-Heckel fell silent, and Bahil’s lifeless gaze shifted toward her.
“Che-Heckel, you are too talented to remain beneath me. Do as you wish. I will write you a letter of recommendation to Neftis. Teaching curse magic to students directly would be new territory for me.”
“Professor.”
“Or perhaps—you’ve always wanted to escape from under me. That is also acceptable.”
“Professor.”
“Or if what you truly want is to take revenge on me—”
“The person I want revenge on is not someone dying like this!!”
She exploded, her voice sharp as a blade.
“What are you talking about? Is this all it takes to break you? You—Bahil Amagar—praised by all as the greatest of all time?”
She snatched the Attendance Register from the floor and hurled it at his face with a sharp crack.
A moment later, the register tumbled down, and Bahil—his face flushed—offered only a weak smile.
“The students appear to have arrived for course registration, Professor.”
Che-Heckel, catching the sound of footsteps, composed herself and straightened her necktie.
“We should prepare. It would be discourteous to the students to let them see us like this.”
“I’m not sure I’m in any condition to—”
“Prepare yourself.”
Che-Heckel’s heels clicked sharply against the floor as she walked away. At that moment, a knock sounded at the office door.
“Yes, I’m coming.”
She steadied her voice and opened the door.
And then.
“Oh!”
Che-Heckel’s tense expression brightened noticeably.
“Professor! Look here! This is the first student to visit you!”
“……”
Bahil swept back his disheveled hair and straightened on the sofa.
And then.
“!”
He saw him.
A blue-haired boy stepping hesitantly into the office.
He held Bahil’s Curse Magic course registration form in his hands.
“Ah, hello, Professor Bahil.”
Simon bowed respectfully. Bahil remained silent, frozen like a statue.
An awkward silence stretched between them.
“Um……”
Simon scratched the side of his head, looking uncomfortable, before gathering himself to speak.
“I think my words in the hospital room were a bit harsh. I wanted to apologize.”
“……”
“Even if my intentions weren’t pure, I wouldn’t have survived my fight against Silaji without the Compenomia you taught me then. I owe my life to you. Thank you for teaching me curse magic during my first year.”
He bowed once more, this time with deep sincerity.
‘Ah…!’
Emotion surged in Bahil’s eyes.
How—
how could such a student possibly exist?
“I chose Summoning Studies as my major, but… even so, I want to continue learning curse magic from you, Professor Bahil.”
Even so, I want to continue learning curse magic from you, Professor Bahil.
Even so, I want to continue learning curse magic from you, Professor Bahil.
I’d like to keep studying Curse Magic with you, Professor Bahil.
I’d like to keep studying Curse Magic with you, Professor Bahil.
The words circled endlessly in Bahil’s mind, relentless as a fever.
“If you would be willing, I’d like to request permission to enroll in your course.”
Simon held out the Course Registration Form with both hands. Bahil’s trembling fingers accepted it.
His chest tightened. His throat clenched.
Strangely, he couldn’t speak at all.
That he’d been too greedy.
That he’d wanted to go on teaching you.
His mouth wouldn’t open. His voice wouldn’t come. There was nothing he could say.
With trembling hands, Bahil picked up a Quill Pen and signed the document.
“Thank you!”
Simon broke into a radiant smile.
He exchanged a few more words with Che-Heckel, then left the office.
The moment Simon stepped out the door—
“Ehehehehe.”
Laughter spilled from his lips.
“Ehehehe! Kehehhk! Kekekek! Hahahahahahaha!”
Like a madman, his entire body convulsed with laughter, undulating like a cephalopod.
Light returned to his eyes.
Blood rushed through his veins.
His heart began to pound.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ve been waiting too, Simon Polentia!!”
“Keep your voice down!”
Alarmed, Che-Heckel pressed a finger to her lips and glanced nervously at the door.
“Simon just left, and now the second student has arrived.”
“I have no time to waste such sublime emotion on common vermin! Che-Heckel!”
He threw his arms wide and laughed like a madman, cackling through his teeth.
Simon Polentia.
The boy who had tasted even the realm of divinity—
wanted to keep studying Curse Magic with him.
“Excellent! Excellent. Truly excellent!”
Completely resurrected, Bahil turned sharply toward Che-Heckel, and a thin, sinister smile had already spread across his face.
“Che-Heckel! Do you happen to know what students call the ‘Department Characteristic’?”
“… I… I’m not sure I do.”
“Haha! This will never do! Any educator worth the name ought to take interest in the culture and language of today’s youth!”
The shift in his manner was so sudden, so complete, that she couldn’t find her footing.
“‘Department Characteristic’ is short for ‘Department Unique Feature.’ And the most representative one for the Summoning Department, I’m told, is this.”
Bahil’s face twisted with madness.
“Transfer.”
……
“The Summoning Department has maintained the highest transfer rate among seven departments for fifty years. And Aaron keeping Simon Polentia is only a matter of this semester!”
The corners of his mouth lifted.
“I will reclaim Simon.”
‘As if he was ever yours to begin with.’
Che-Heckel let out a heavy sigh.
She wondered, uneasily, if she’d just broken the seal on a monster. Still.
“I’ll show the second student in now.”
For today, at least, she decided to take pure joy in the fact that Bahil had returned to being Bahil.

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