Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 508

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 508
Slash!
Simon charged forward, the Sword of Ruin leading the way as he drove off the ground.
“Here’s the thing, though.”
Nirti drew the syringe from her belt and plunged the needle into her own neck with a sharp jab.
At the same moment, she opened her left palm. Not a single magical circle was drawn upon it.
‘!’
A white line had materialized directly before Simon’s face.
‘What—!’
By pure animal instinct, he twisted his head aside. Sparks flew as the white line grazed past Pier’s helmet with a metallic shriek, missing his eye by inches.
“You thought I’d fall easily just because you sent a Dungeon Master against me?”
Simon skidded to a halt and glimpsed what had passed him by.
‘Bone?’
A pristine white bone jutted from her palm, extending like a staff.
But that was only the beginning. Like branches splitting off a trunk, smaller bones erupted sideways in a violent spray.
‘Bone Creation Magic!’
[Watch yourself, boy!]
White bones flooded the empty air like a forest of spikes, writhing forward like pipes in some grotesque maze. Simon twisted his body frantically to evade, swinging the Sword of Ruin to sever them as they came.
Crack.
Nirti kicked off her shoes and pressed her bare feet against the ground.
“It doesn’t matter if you send immortal soldiers, chimeras, or dungeon masters.”
Her eyes blazed.
“I am the strongest force in all of Tarados!”
In the same instant, Pier’s voice cut through.
[Below your feet!]
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crack!
White bones erupted from the dungeon floor like thorns. Simon yelped and stumbled backward to avoid them, watching as an endless spike of white bone shot upward where he’d stood.
‘She’s using leg bones…!’
Now Nirti thrust both arms forward. Bones that began as two strands split and branched in midair, extending outward to blanket the ground below.
‘Is Bone Creation Magic really this versatile?’
Simon rushed forward in a frenzy, his greatsword flashing.
No matter how many bones he cut through, Nirti herself showed no sign of pain or injury—merely a flicker of surprise. She seemed puzzled that new bone didn’t grow back from where the Sword of Ruin had severed it.
Whoosh!
Simon twisted his torso and drew his blade in a circular arc, and the jungle of bones blanketing the air split diagonally, cleanly sundered.
But more bones erupted through the shock wave, crashing down upon him once more.
Clang!
Crash!
Pier moved his Bone Armor, meeting Nirti’s lines of bone spikes head-on and deflecting them aside.
‘Thank you, Pier!’
Simon narrowly avoided a fatal wound and resumed his dash forward.
“It’s useless.”
Boom-boom-boom!
Bones erupted from the floor like a fence, blocking Simon’s charge. He had no choice but to change direction and circle around.
‘She really is strong.’
The Blood Heavenly Cult Incident.
The Frost Dragon Carissa Incident.
The Tarados Incident.
The primary culprit behind all of it, and the core figure closest to the truth.
Her strength was only natural. She held her ground against Simon even as he wielded a Legion Commander’s Power.
Above all, she was no mere student—a seasoned professional necromancer who’d seen it all.
Hummmmm!
As she wielded Bone Creation Magic against Simon, she began expanding her arsenal. From her Subspace, glowing crimson eyeballs drifted and descended into the battle.
Shriek!
Shriek!
The moment the eyeballs fixed their gaze on Simon, his body grew sluggish.
‘A curse that activates just from being seen!’
And at that very instant.
Whoooosh!
Whoosh!
Nirti, having pinned Simon against the far wall with her Bone Creation Magic, unleashed ten Dark Flame spells upon him.
Black flames consumed Simon.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-boom!
Dozens of bone shards pierced through the explosion. Nirti finally lowered her arm.
“Is that all? You have raw power, but you lack experience.”
She rested her chin on her palm.
‘Not an agent sent from Kizen—Simon Polentia or Kassan Erwald. It had to be one of them.’
Screech!
A hairline crack tore through the explosion in a perfect line. She raised bones to defend herself, but all five floating eyes burst open.
Boom!
Simon charged forward again, cutting through the smoke.
“It won’t matter how many times you try.”
Nirti’s Bone Creation Magic encroached on the space around them.
But Simon’s charge this time was different. He accelerated, then executed a sharp deceleration to create an opening, and every swing of the Sword of Ruin was precise, economical—only the movements he needed.
‘Sword forms. Habits. Patterns.’
The Bone Creation Magic writhed closer. Now he recognized its motion.
‘At the end of it all, a human is controlling those bones! I can analyze. I can adapt!’
Simon moved with frenzied grace, dodging by mere inches the shower of bone shards that fell like white rain.
Boom!
He kicked off the floor, leaped onto the Research Laboratory ceiling, and ran across it. The bones rising from below couldn’t reach him.
“Ugh!”
She needed more bone. Her belly tore open, and ribs jutted through.
‘The Dark Element.’
Simon raised his left arm calmly.
‘Blend it with Cloud!’
He detonated the two violently rotating forces mid-air. A dark haze enveloped his body.
‘A cheap trick.’
Nirti stopped her attack, narrowed her eyes, and waited. Soon the tip of the Greatsword emerged through the smoke, its position revealed.
‘Got you.’
The moment Nirti pinpointed Simon’s location by the Greatsword, she unleashed every bone in her body forward at once. They pierced through the haze.
Shatter!
And yet.
Simon was on the ground. He had circled around the smoke screen and charged at her bare—stripped of Pier’s Bone Armor.
‘What—then that Greatsword—!’
As the smoke cleared, she saw Pier, now nothing but skeleton, grinning wickedly with the Greatsword still thrust forward.
A perfect feint.
Phantasus Original – Sleep
Simon bolted forward, touching her abdomen and back as he passed.
Two stacks in an instant.
Ding—
Her entire body went leaden, strength draining from her limbs.
‘A Sleep Curse?’
And a potent one at that—even in the heat of mortal combat, her eyes threatened to close.
She calmly activated the Cancellation Magic Circle inscribed on her body and reached out her right arm.
Screech!
Simon threw his arm back. Pier’s bones flew to his right arm, coiling around it, and the Sword of Ruin found his grip.
[Roooaaaah!]
Forward thrust.
‘Reckless. Betting everything on the Sleep Curse I cast beforehand?’
Counterattack.
As Nirti unleashed bones to pierce Simon’s body, she overlooked two things.
First: her Cancellation had failed to dispel the Sleep.
Second: weakened by the Sleep’s effect, her bones could not extend at full strength.
Simon twisted his body, drove through the gap between the bones, raised the Greatsword overhead, and brought it down with all his might.
Screech!
Her shoulder and right arm severed, Nirti let out a blood-curdling scream. Simon could not press the follow-up—he retreated, dodging the bones erupting from the floor.
‘The bones deflected the blade’s angle slightly!’
“Kugh! Ughhhhh!”
Nirti trembled, gripping her severed shoulder.
Because she had studied immortality, she could regenerate a limb—but a wound carved by the Sword of Ruin would not heal.
“That’s enough!”
She abandoned the shoulder blade severed by the Sword of Ruin, threaded other bones through her shoulder, and shaped them into arm bones, stretching them long.
Screech!
At the same moment, one of the nearby test tubes shattered, and a chimera arm from a transmuted monster flew through the air. It attached to her severed right arm with a wet thud.
Crack-crack-crack!
Crack-crack!
She reinforced the chimera arm solidly with Bone Creation Magic, then immediately lunged forward and lashed out with her new limb. Simon raised the Sword of Ruin before him defensively.
Clang!
‘!!’
Enormous, overwhelming force.
Despite his guard, Simon’s body flew backward through the air. Pier, moving like a bolt of lightning, caught him mid-flight and wrapped him in Bone Armor just before impact with the wall.
Boom-boom-boom!
Watching the thick smoke billow, Nirti raised a syringe with her trembling left arm and stabbed it into her body repeatedly. Stimulant to fight off drowsiness, painkiller to numb the agony.
Exhale—
But when she saw Simon rise to his feet without injury, her eyes filled with wariness.
“I hate to admit it, but you really are from Kizen.”
She smiled with a twisted grin.
“The more I see you, the more it seems a waste to kill you. Won’t you work for our elder instead? He can’t resist talent, you see. He’d even forgive all the atrocities you’ve committed so far.”
[Stop this nonsense and keep fighting.]
Click.
Simon rested the greatsword on his shoulder. An invisible cloak fluttered brilliantly around him.
[Your Cult has exploited innocent citizens and conducted forbidden human experimentation. Work alongside you? Never.]
“Everything is for a higher purpose.”
Nirti spoke quietly.
“But whatever else you say, calling the people of Tarados innocent? That really gets under my skin.”
She braced herself against the wall, her voice cold as ice.
“The Gold Mine Dungeon—supposedly destroyed decades ago. You know how it’s still here in Tarados?”
Simon’s legs still hadn’t fully recovered from the damage, and he barely managed to stand.
He decided to use this conversation with her to buy time until his legs healed.
[Your Cult researched the Dungeon Master’s ability to control dungeons. You must have used that technique somehow.]
“What are you talking about? Of course we can control a dungeon with that ability, but we can’t recreate a dungeon that’s already vanished.”
She spread both arms wide.
“This dungeon was never destroyed in the first place.”
Decades ago.
When immortal “dungeon addicts” emerged from the dungeon and laid waste to the city, five adventurers hired by the lord came to conquer it.
They made their way to the deepest reaches of the dungeon and slew its master.
That’s what history recorded.
“The truth is, the Dungeon Master possessed immortality just like monsters from other dungeons. The adventurers couldn’t destroy him outright, so sealing him was their only option. When the Dungeon Master was sealed by the artifact’s power, his chamber closed, all the dungeon’s strength vanished, and monsters stopped emerging. People naturally assumed the Dungeon Master was dead and the dungeon destroyed.”
She walked slowly forward.
“When the gold-producing dungeon fell silent, people blinded by rage forgot the very debt of salvation they owed and murdered the adventurers with horrifying cruelty. But one—just one female adventurer—managed to survive thanks to her companions’ sacrifice. And in her womb—”
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“There was a child.”
Simon’s pupils trembled as if shaken by an earthquake.
[……Surely not.]
“Yes, that’s right.”
Nirti’s mouth twisted into a monstrous smile.
“Those adventurers were my parents.”
The female adventurer, robbed of her husband and having barely escaped the Gold Mine Dungeon, fled the Tarados citizens who pursued her with intent to kill, taking refuge in the neighboring domain of Ebrun, where she gave birth to Nirti alone in anguish.
But the female adventurer grew terribly weak, and above all, her mind was on the verge of collapse beneath the weight of her husband’s death and her hatred for the Tarados people who had betrayed her.
—I’m sorry, Nirti. Mother is so very sorry.
When Nirti was three years old, her mother hanged herself.
Orphaned, Nirti wandered the alleys and Harlem District in her childhood, foraging through garbage and catching rats to eat.
Exploited for labor, subjected to degradation, beaten by drunken vagrants—as she scraped by day after day, she was finally sold for a handful of coins to a place that would seal her fate.
—From now on, this is your home.
An illegal Necromancer experimental facility.
There she underwent extreme experiments no human could endure. Yet while all other test subjects perished, Nirti survived to the end, fueled by hatred.
The researchers implanted a “Core” into Nirti—the final stage of the experiment—transforming her into a Necromancer, and one month later.
Everyone at the Research Laboratory was slaughtered by Nirti’s awakened power.
“When I was drifting without purpose, the elder extended a hand to me. His ideology and goals aligned perfectly with what I desired.”
She spread her arms wide.
“I joined the Cult and grew into a powerful Necromancer. And I came to the Gold Mine Dungeon! My mother often told me the Dungeon Master wasn’t completely killed—only sealed!”
[…….]
“So that’s how we decided to build the Research Laboratory in the Gold Mine Dungeon and create an immortal army here.”
Her mouth twisted into a grotesque grin, her voice trembling with fury.
“Tarados! Tarados! This hateful, wretched Tarados! I’ll make them suffer exactly as I suffered! Starve them, sicken them, drag them through filthy streets, and when it’s done—use them as test subjects! They destroyed my life, so I’ll repay them in kind, every single ounce of pain they inflicted on me!”
She laughed then—a shrill, fractured sound that echoed through the chamber.
“It’s all—their—own—doing!”
[…….]
His legs were recovering slowly. Simon drew a long breath and took another step forward.
[Your past is tragic—that’s true. But most of the people from Tarados who killed your parents are already dead or gone. Why should their descendants bear the weight of your vengeance?]
“Don’t mock me!”
She shrieked at him, wild-eyed.
“Then why did I have to endure that horror? The experiments? Why? For what reason? The world’s malice doesn’t ask for reasons—it just strikes. So I do the same. I’ll destroy Tarados, and after that, this Kingdom, the Alliance, everything!”
[……Repay in kind, is it?]
At those words.
All trace of pity drained from Simon’s eyes. They turned cold as winter stone.
[You’ve lost your way, Nirti.]

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