Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 510

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 510
Whoosh!
Simon surged toward the shattered Dungeon Master.
Even Nirrti, whose reason had grown clouded by chaos, judged that she had to stop this—and dragged her unstable, hulking form forward to intercept.
“!”
In an instant, shadow engulfed the space around them, and a massive arm made of shrieking Chimeras descended.
[Not a chance!]
At that moment, Prince leapt into the air and drew back his fist. Once again, the same technique.
Crack!
Hidden Card Punch. The blow landed flush against her chest. With a deafening boom, Nirrti’s massive body crumpled to the ground.
‘Good work, Prince!’
While Prince bought him time, Simon reached the Dungeon Master safely.
Though it possessed the ability of immortality, the Curse from Achemous meant it still wasn’t regenerating. Simon marveled anew at Achemous’s efficiency before bringing the Sword of Ruin down with all his might toward the Dungeon Master’s chest.
With a sickening sound of tearing flesh, the Greatsword pierced through.
‘Blade!’
Simon’s eyes snapped wide open.
‘I’m counting on you!’
Shnnnnnnnnnn—
Then, from the blade, an otherworldly dog-like form erupted and began devouring the Dungeon Master, crunching and gnawing. As it rapidly swallowed the creature whole, the Sword of Ruin blazed with vivid green light.
While Simon concentrated on having the Greatsword consume the Dungeon Master, Prince and Kassan relentlessly kept Nirrti’s attention fixed on them.
Bang!
Prince took a punch from Nirrti and embedded himself in the wall. His Descent State shattered, and he reverted to an ordinary Zombie.

Kassan launched skyward, his body bent backward in a reverse-C shape, then snapped forward in a sharp double-armed arc that left deep gouges across the Chimera’s body.
But ignoring the wound, Nirrti extended her leg and swept Kassan away.
[My power is infinite!]
Nirrti advanced in her massive Chimera form.
[No matter how you struggle! You cannot defeat me in this dungeon!]
“You might be right about that.”
Shk!
At last, Simon finished absorbing the Dungeon Master through the blade’s power. He pointed the Greatsword downward at the floor.
“Which is why I’m removing that home advantage right now.”
Crack!
Simon’s Greatsword struck the dungeon floor.
A network of nerve-like structures—reminiscent of the blood vessels in a body—rose from the floor, centered on Simon’s blade.
The sword’s second Authority.
The power that the mysterious organization Kessha had so desperately coveted.
The power to devour the Dungeon Master and seize control of the dungeon through the Dungeon Master’s rights.
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Countless streams of data flooded into his mind.
Simon pressed his brow and staggered, enduring the onslaught. It felt much like when he’d first used Compelonya.
Data completely different from the symbols and languages humans had defined and created. Yet he could understand it. Now, this was his power.
Simon gripped the Greatsword and drew a deep breath. Then he willingly cast himself into the unknown sea.
Drifting through the data, tracing the veins of knowledge and information, he finally found it.
‘Immortality.’
His mind burned hot with clarity.
‘I’m going to completely sever this function from my dungeon.’
Then he severed the ‘vein’ corresponding to the immortal power.
[Ah, ahhhhhhhhhhh!]
The effect came at once.
Simon opened his eyes as the Chimeras that comprised Nirrti’s body began scattering like powder, decomposing. As though they had finally become what they should have been—gone—they faded away without substance.
Simon at last withdrew the Greatsword from the floor and offered a weary smile.
“…Hard to believe, even watching it.”
Kassan, who had come to protect Simon, muttered with slack-jawed amazement.
“What did you do? Simon.”
“It’s simple. I used the blade’s power to seize control of this dungeon, then removed the immortality ability from it.”
Simon lifted his head.
“All of them had the immortality ability, which is why they could create such extreme Chimeras. I thought that if we neutralized only that, it would be straightforward.”
The entire chamber was now thick with dust and debris.
Soon all the Chimeras had vanished, leaving only Nirrti in their midst, desperately flailing her arms as if trying to grasp the dissipating dust.
The Sword of Ruin had taken her shoulder and right arm; one leg was pulped beyond recognition.
For the Kessha’s chief researcher, commanding such a massive frame, it was a pathetically undignified end.
“I acknowledge your defeat, Nirrti.”
Thud. Thud.
Simon approached her, the greatsword hefted across his shoulders.
“You’ve lost.”
Her eyes, their focus slipping away, turned toward him.
All will to fight had drained from her.
“……I only wanted them to know. All of them.”
She murmured it like a reverie.
“To Taraados, who cast me into the abyss, to that vile world where no one extended a hand to me, only contempt—I wanted them to understand even a fraction of the suffering I endured.”
Her pupils rolled.
“You’re going to lecture me? Student Council President of Kizen?”
Simon closed his eyes, his hand brushing his throat.
“Skip the sermon. But the moment your rage lost its way and began flooding in twisted directions, this catastrophe was always inevitable—with or without me.”
……
“Blinded by rage, you became no different from those who murdered your parents. Blinded by rage, you transformed Taraados into a living hell.”
Simon’s voice dropped low.
“What, fundamentally, separates you from them?”
Her eyes hardened for a moment, her lids trembling like butterfly wings. Then, a resigned smile crept across her lips.
“……What indeed.”
Wisp, wisp, wisp—
Her body began to scatter.
The power of immortality.
She had woven not only her experimental subjects with immortality, but her own flesh as well.
If she was dissolving, the reason was singular.
Her life force had burned away long ago; the immortality ability was simply still taking hold of her now.
“Tell me one last thing, Nirrti.”
Simon crouched down as he spoke.
“If even a shred of conscience remains in you as a human being in this final moment, speak of that terrible plan the Kessha was preparing.”
She let out a hollow laugh.
And then.
Her lips moved, speaking something quietly.
Wisp, wisp, wisp—
Her body scattered completely and vanished.

* * *
Once Simon took control of the dungeon, all the immortal armies that had swarmed through it disappeared.
The people Serne had rescued, and the experimental subjects who had not yet been turned undead by the immortality force, were all able to escape their cells.
But they could not flee the dungeon immediately.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
Outside the dungeon, Magnus’s Legion Ancient Undead, Alaje, and the colossal undead he commanded were still locked in battle.
Military encampments beyond the dungeon burned, and the ground had split apart as if struck by an earthquake.
The Ganes Guild and regular soldiers who had been fighting Alaje were mostly combat-disabled now. The Gold Mine Dungeon that Simon controlled had become the safer refuge.
[Lorain Arkbold. Beyond expectation. Allied losses catastrophic.]
Alaje murmured.
[5th Legion’s apex strength. Single-handedly destroyed 8 of 10 Glamors.]
Around Alaje lay only the lower halves of giants, kneeling on the ground with their severance clean and precise.
Only two Glamors remained.
[Nevertheless, operation commences. Sword recovery mission forced advance.]
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The two remaining Glamors strode past the encampments toward the Gold Mine Dungeon.
“They’re coming! We must evacuate from here!”
“Everyone move to the upper levels!”
The townspeople who had been imprisoned, the soldiers and thieves who had survived the 5th Legion’s battle—all were hastily sheltering within the Gold Mine Dungeon. Lorain and General Amin were among them.
“Huff. Huff.”
Lorain, her Red Short Sword in hand, was breathing heavily.
‘……Fool. I was so focused on protecting everyone while fighting that I never managed my stamina.’
She lifted her head, still breathless. Amin, supporting her from beside, spoke with grave urgency.
“Lorain! You must evacuate to the upper levels now!”
“No. I can fight a little longer. If those things break through, the people……!”
Whoosh—
At that moment, a single feather drifted down from the ceiling and settled on Lorain’s shoulder.
[Step back. Simon will handle this himself.]
Lorain’s face twisted with surprise and confusion.
“Simon? After fighting Nirrti, he shouldn’t have any strength left.”
[Heh. He must have a plan.]
Boom— Boom—
Finally, two colossal Glamor Undead and Alaje pushed space open as they entered the Gold Mine Dungeon.
No one was visible anywhere nearby.
[Disease Curse Blade. Searching. Down to sublevel three. Commencing scan.]
“Long time, 5th Legion.”
At that very moment, a boy wearing Pier’s Skull and wielding a greatsword walked toward them out of the dungeon’s darkness.
Alaje’s eyes gleamed.
[7th Legion Commander, Simon.
“An Ancient Undead from the 5th Legion? Are you searching for our blade by any chance?”
Simon lifted the greatsword.
“That one is here.”
Green light rippled across the blade, and smoke poured forth, transforming into the shape of a hound.
Alaje’s expression froze cold where he perched on the Glamor’s shoulder.
[Recovery failed. Ancient Undead Blade. Confirmed destroyed. Operation failed.]
“You know well.”
Simon lowered the greatsword and smiled faintly.
“So, will you withdraw?”
[Alaje altering strategy based on assessment.]
Dark Element auras erupted viciously from the bodies of the two colossal Glamor Undead.
[Simon. Apprehension. Operation commencing: total recovery of 7th Legion Ancient Undead including the Blade.]
The Glamors began advancing, dragging their massive forms forward.
Simon muttered “Well then, as expected” and drove the greatsword into the dungeon floor.
“You’re making a mistake.”
Screeeeeeeech!
The moment the greatsword embedded itself in the dungeon floor, nerve networks shot upward through the ground and walls, stretching all the way to the ceiling.
“This is my home now.”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Suddenly, the dungeon floor and walls began to twist and warp as one, like a living maze. The Glamor stumbled to a halt.
“Capture.”
As Simon extended his arm, the dungeon’s walls and floor rose up bodily and coiled around the Glamor’s form like serpents.
[Impossible!]
Simon clenched his fist.
“I can command every function of this dungeon.”
Crack-crack-crack! Crack-crack-crack-crack!
The warped dungeon began compressing the Glamors, and dungeon monsters erupted from the walls, gnawing and tearing at their flesh.
As if the entire dungeon itself were trying to destroy the intruders.
[Impossible. An impossible phenomenon.]
Alaje shrieked. Simon opened the hand he’d been clenching and brushed it off roughly.
“There’s no such thing as impossible, Ancient Undead.”
Thud!
Splat!
The flesh of both Glamors tore apart and turned into complete pulp. Simon opened his palm, and the shapeless mass of what could no longer be called Undead dribbled away and fell downward.
[Alaje. Evacuate.]
Alaje, who had been perched on the shoulder, tried to flee quickly, but Simon’s movement was faster.
The dungeon’s ceiling descended and wrapped around Alaje’s body, confining him in the form of a cage.
“You’re cautious, aren’t you? That’s not your real body either—just an avatar?”
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
Simon tapped the dungeon floor twice with his foot, and the ground rose up like a pillar, stopping before Alaje’s prison.
“Tell your Legion Commander Magnus this.”
Simon stretched his head toward Alaje and smiled.
“Stop interfering in others’ affairs like this. Let’s settle it properly between legions soon.”
Simon snapped his finger, and the cage collapsed as Alaje’s avatar was destroyed.
Now that he held the Blade’s power in hand, there was nothing left to fear.

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