Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 507

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 507
Gold Mine Dungeon Level 3.
Simon walked forward in ragged gasps, his breathing labored.
His heart throbbed with each step, and sweat poured down his forehead like rain. Around him, fragments of undead that could no longer regenerate writhed and twitched across the floor.
‘I’d tried to conserve my stamina somewhat.’
In the end, it was a complete failure.
He’d destroyed everything indiscriminately.
At this rate, he’d likely be exhausted before he even reached Nirthi, the boss of this floor.
[Khkhkh! Immortal undead, eh? So she’s managed to create some reasonably useful specimens.]
Pier studied the scattered undead, his interest piqued—as an overseer, such things naturally caught his attention.
[If you ask me, they’re pathetic. Call them immortal all you like, but they’re just dungeon-fabricated toys.]
Herseba laughed dryly as she spoke, her tone betraying complete indifference.
“We’re short on time. Let’s keep moving.”
Simon pressed forward, a greatsword in his right hand and Staff Herseba held in his left.
That was when Pier’s senses detected something, and he spoke.
[Boy! A new threat lies ahead.]
Simon’s eyes widened. The thick mist and darkness blanketing this third level made it nearly impossible to identify what lay in the distance.
Still, he could trust Pier’s word.
[Immortal soldiers. From what I can tell, there are several hundred of them.]
‘How irritating.’
Nirthi had layered her defenses—once, twice, thrice over. With Pier and the Legion Commander’s combined strength, they could breach them, but the stamina cost would be catastrophic.
[And to the right…]
At those words, Simon turned his head rightward. Beyond the central path leading to Nirthi’s Research Laboratory, another corridor branched off.
[I sense countless presences gathering there as well!]
‘A pincer attack, perhaps?’
If they attacked from both front and flank simultaneously, it would become troublesome.
Simon abandoned the immortal forces ahead for the moment and veered down the side passage.
And there, he witnessed it.
‘……!’
A horrifying sight.
-Shrieeek!
-Gaaaah-gaaaah!
Residents already undergoing undeath transformation tangled with countless monstrous undead, all writhing chaotically. It seemed this corridor served as a dumping ground for failed experiments—creatures beyond control.
Upon catching sight of a living being, they convulsed with excitement, their bloodshot eyes desperate as they thrust their hands through the gaps in their cells, thrashing wildly.
‘An incinerator.’
When Simon turned to look, he could see, far beyond the cells, a cremation chamber where heat shimmered in waves.
[I don’t like it. Little one.]
Staff Herseba shifted onto Simon’s shoulder.
[Now that I’ve become a Lich myself, perhaps I’m more sensitive to it. Watching her experiment on undead so recklessly, then dispose of them without a second thought… it grates on me.]
“…….”
Simon’s eyes glimmered with something new as he stood there, chin resting on his hand in thought.
“I’ve had a good idea.”
Then he began coughing deliberately. Herseba’s expression hardened.
[Not that strange song again?]

* * *
Creak—click.
In the Gold Mine Dungeon Level 3 where Simon was, masked men of the Secret Society stood guard with their immortal soldiers, holding the corridors.
One of them held a Communication Crystal and spoke.
“Nirthi! A single necromancer from Kizen has descended to Level 3.”
-Just one?
“Yes.”
-We’re nearly finished with the experiment on this end. Stop him by any means necessary.
“Understood.”
Creak.
Once the communication with Nirthi cut off, the man pocketed the Communication Crystal. Around him stood a dozen or so of his masked companions from the Secret Society.
“Remarkable. I’d assumed with our immortal soldiers fortified here, we could hold for at least three days.”
“Still, it’s impossible for one man alone to break through this position.”
“True. He pushed far too hard, far too fast.”
Thud—thud.
The sound of footsteps echoed across the stone floor.
Someone was approaching.
“You’ve come.”
From the darkness emerged a man whose entire body was concealed in massive Bone Armor, his face hidden behind a Skull Helmet.
He gripped a white Greatsword and a staff in his hands.
The Secret Society members drew their weapons, and the immortal Undead behind them let out low growls.
“Your courage in coming this far is admirable, but do you truly intend to face all of us alone?”
[Alone?]
A thin, cold laugh escaped Simon’s lips.
[What kind of nonsense are you spouting?]
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Following the footsteps Simon had just made, countless more echoed from the darkness behind him.
‘Impossible—hidden reinforcements?’
Moments later, bursting from the shadows came over a thousand failed Undead that had escaped from the prison and the crematorium.
“No—our own Undead!”
[Der König ist Zurück——!!]
As Simon raised his Greatsword and issued the charge, the failed Undead shrieked and surged toward those who had reduced them to this state. Simon led the way, his cloak billowing behind him as he rushed forward.
“Hold the line!”
The Secret Society members and the immortal soldiers advanced. The two armies collided head-on at the center of the passage.

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Boom—
Thud—
Crash! Crash! Crash! Bang—
A succession of violent sounds thundered from beyond the door, yet the chamber remained silent.
Tarados Branch, in the Research Laboratory of Nirthi, Chief Researcher.
“Almost done now.”
Before her lay a creature fixed to the dungeon wall like a cocoon.
Nerve-like conduits concentrated throughout the creature, as though it were drawing nourishment from the entire dungeon itself. She was administering compounds and weaving Dark Magic into it.
“Just a little longer.”
Examining the figures displayed in the magical circle hanging in the air, she finally allowed herself a satisfied smile.
“Just a little more and my greatest masterpiece will……!”
[Masterpiece?]
Crash!
Someone kicked the door open violently and stormed into the laboratory.
The stench of blood hung thick in the air. The intruder was wrapped entirely in Bone Armor, his face concealed behind a skull helmet.
[You’re Nirthi?]
“……Impressive. To reach this place in just a few hours.”
Through the open doorway behind him, masked Secret Society members and Undead lay sprawled across the floor, having failed to stop his advance.
“Useless things, all of them.”
Undead began swarming in an attempt to follow into the laboratory. Nirthi snapped her fingers, and with a bang, the door slammed shut.
“But what are you? With that level of strength, you’re hardly a student. My intelligence had no profile of anyone like you.”
Click.
Simon did not answer, instead directing the point of his Greatsword toward her.
[Stop the Undead outside.]
“That’s a difficult request to grant.”
Even as Simon addressed her, his eyes scanned the surroundings.
The laboratory was enormous in scale. Throughout the space, countless experimental Chimeras were visible within test tubes. All told, there were easily over a hundred—perhaps even a thousand.
If all of them were imbued with the property of immortality and released outside……the very thought was horrifying.
“Isn’t it magnificent?”
She traced a gesture through the empty air.
“This used to be the Dungeon Master’s chamber. Now it’s my laboratory.”
Crash!
One of the test tubes shattered. In the next instant, with a sound like feet leaving the ground, a Chimera descended directly before Simon.
‘It’s massive!’
Simon’s eyes narrowed with caution.
It was a medium-sized monster, yet a grotesque Chimera composed of so many different creatures that it was impossible to count them all. Embedded throughout its body were human faces, each twisted in expressions of terrible agony.
“Since I’m busy at the moment, it can take care of you for me.”
Without so much as a glance backward, Nirthi resumed her research on the creature. Simon made to rush toward her, but a brown appendage erupting from the Chimera’s back lashed out at him.
Whoosh!
Simon jerked his head back, narrowly dodging. An orc’s arm—lime green—swept past, followed by a scaled reptilian limb.
‘No openings!’
He had no choice but to increase the distance. Ten arms moved in perfect synchronization, conjuring Black Spheres in their palms and hurling them all at once.
*Thunk!*
Simon slashed through the air with the Sword of Ruin again and again, his blade flashing. The Black Spheres split apart and detonated in succession.
*Screeeeeech!*
*Urrrrgh!*
The faces grafted across the chimera’s body shrieked in agony. Where incompatible creatures had been fused together, the undead body convulsed under the strain—grotesque tumors and necrotic tissue ballooned and burst, over and over.
In that moment, the voice of Grelion came back to him. Professor of Summoning Materials Theory.
“When I first called this course ‘Chimera Design,’ some of you were afraid. I understand—chimeras carry the image of forbidden research, of callous disregard for life. But it’s the opposite.”
*Slash!*
Simon pushed off the ground and charged forward.
“Chimera design teaches you reverence for life itself. The more you study, the more you grasp the sanctity of existence.”
“You’ll come to feel it too. The precision with which each creature is wrought. How they’ve adapted to their environments, what organs they’ve developed, what they’ve allowed to atrophy. Why does this system exist? How does it move? Life sharpens itself to the edge of perfection through competition and evolution!”
“When you design a chimera, you’re awed by every detail, chilled by the questions it raises. Can I truly blend two already perfect forms? You can’t help but doubt yourself!”
He wove between the incoming limbs, vaulting over them, deftly changing position. In mid-air, he expelled darkness to shift direction, then locked his body rigid to create an opening.
“The chimera is the necromancer’s answer to the priests’ doctrine of divine creation!”
*Nirthi!*
Simon pushed hard off the floor, launching himself toward the chimera.
His eyes widened. He could see it now—the ‘center line,’ the chimera’s most critical seam.
“A true chimera isn’t an undead made by brute force, crudely meshing incompatible parts to squeeze out power. That isn’t a chimera. That’s—”
*Everything you’ve made—*
The Sword of Ruin drove toward the monster’s seam.
“—just garbage!”
*Just garbage!*
*CRACK!*
One stroke. A line carved down the creature’s chest, organs spilling from within, and the chimera collapsed.
*Gurgle…*
One blade was all it took. Even with the immortality the Legion granted it, cutting the chimera’s center line with a sword that sealed regeneration rendered it powerless.
‘Thank you, Professor Grelion.’
Simon gripped the greatsword and walked forward. Behind him, the massive corpse crashed down and twitched.
“What? Unit 2109 already?”
Nirthi, who had been driving needles into a restrained monster, turned with a chilling expression.
“And what did you just say? That the chimera I created is garbage?”
*That’s right. What you’re building isn’t a chimera. It’s nothing.*
Simon’s eyes blazed.
*I need to know why Tarados committed such atrocities.*
“Answers, is it.”
She cast aside her research instruments and reached toward the magical circle of an unfinished wall-bound monster.
*Hummmmm!*
The monster’s eyes snapped open. Its jaws spread wide, and a lance of brilliant light tore from its throat in a straight line.
“!”
Simon threw himself aside. The beam seared across the floor, scorching it a violent red before erupting in a secondary explosion.
“You know what?”
Nirthi spoke as she undid the monster’s seals.
“This creature is actually the Dungeon Master of this Gold Mine Dungeon. If you truly wish to save your friends and the people above, you need only defeat it.”
He didn’t need her words. Simon could sense it instinctively—the dungeon floor trembled with each of the creature’s footfalls.
*Keeeeeeeee!*
Simon evaded the next beam, his cloak billowing, and sent a cutting slash from the Sword of Ruin. The blade caught the Dungeon Master’s shoulder, but—
*Squelch, squelch…*
The flesh immediately knitted itself together.
“Of course! It has the power of immortality!”
The Dungeon Master’s thighs swelled taut, veins bulging, then it kicked the ground and charged.
“Kill it! And then we finish the final research!”
Then Simon’s lips curled into a grin.
“Now! Herseba!”
From Simon’s hand, Herseba erupted into a torrent of sand, engulfing the charging Dungeon Master’s entire body.
*Whoooooooosh—*
Herseba Original – World of Sand
Herseba and the Dungeon Master vanished without a trace. Nirthi’s eyes went wide.
“What—how is that possible?”
[A Dungeon Master who holds the power of immortality within their dungeon—if forced to relocate to another space, what becomes of that immortality?]
That Dungeon Master could never match Herseba and Achemous.
Simon was certain of it.
And Nirthi, witnessing the technique that had banished the Dungeon Master to another dimension, finally spoke.
“……No. You’re the one who brought down Silaji and the Blood Heavenly Cult?”
Simon made no reply, instead releasing a vast surge of darkness.
[Here and now, let us finish this once and for all, Nirthi.]

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