Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 515

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 515
Several thousand meters above sea level.
The Sky Arena, a landmark of Sierra built upon the clouds themselves.
There was no ground. Rocky pillars jutted upward at intervals—each one barely wide enough for a single person to crouch upon—and Simon and Zetsu stood atop separate columns.
Simon, dressed in his Barrier Suit, loosened his limbs with easy arm movements. Zetsu, meanwhile, waved cheerfully toward the stands and threw them a wink.
“Simon! Don’t give up!”
Cheers from the opposing side of the arena—the transfer students from Benz and Allard had taken the front seats.
Benz in particular was so fervent his neck veins stood out.
“Since you already beat me, now beat Sierra faster than I did! You know what I mean? Don’t hold back—crush him with raw power! Crush him flat!”
The Sierra students sent sharp glares his way, but Benz didn’t flinch, raising his voice even louder. Simon chuckled and waved back at him.
Fluttering softly—
A violet butterfly suddenly fluttered to Simon’s side.
‘Professor Jane’s Black Magic.’
A spell circle was inscribed on the butterfly’s wings, and Jane’s voice poured through it.
[Listen, Student Council President. Your opponent will try to use this arena’s terrain to win at all costs.]
“Yes, Professor.”
[The foothold will likely be destroyed by their attacks in no time. Before that happens, prepare your flight technique, and use a strategy that turns their advantage—the terrain—against them. Strike where they don’t expect it.]
Turn the terrain’s advantage into a liability.
Simon grasped the strategy immediately.
“I’ll remember that. Thank you for the advice!”
Jane’s butterfly dispersed into the air and vanished once its message was delivered. Simon turned his head toward Zetsu.
[Now then, we shall begin the match between Zetsu Simerat, representative of Sierra, and Simon Polentia, Student Council President of Kizen!]
The referee for this match raised his whistle.
[Begin!]
Piiiiiieeee!
The whistle’s blast cut through the air, and simultaneously both Simon and Zetsu crouched low, preparing their Black Magic.
Given the arena’s unique structure, launching an immediate surprise attack via Combat Magic was impossible.
Both combatants needed time, and whoever secured a means of flight first—something not bound by the terrain—would hold the advantage.
‘Guard Form.’
Simon prepared his Guard Form spell circle while studying Zetsu. Sure enough, Zetsu was preparing a flight-based Black Magic spell.
A massive spell circle unfurled in the air before him, with three smaller auxiliary circles hovering nearby as he assembled the formulas at astonishing speed.
“Wow!”
“So fast!”
The Sierra students cheered with excitement.
“He must’ve practiced nothing but that spell circle for ages.”
“That’s cheap.”
The Allard transfer students grumbled among themselves.
Zetsu finished the flight spell circle in seconds and affixed it to his back. Wings formed from pure darkness unfurled behind him, fluttering up and down.
[Zetsu’s airborne first!]
The commentator student leaned forward excitedly, pressing his feet onto the chair ahead.
[That’s Zetsu for you! A Necromancer who commands the skies is the true master of this Sky Arena! Wouldn’t you say he’s already won seventy percent of this match?]
“Stop with the biased commentary!”
Benz lodged his protest, but it was drowned out by the roaring support from the Sierra students.
‘Hmm.’
Undisturbed, Simon continued preparing his Guard Form, lifting his gaze. Zetsu soared into the sky, his palms spread open with triumphant confidence.
Whoosh!
Whoooosh!
Green flames ignited across his palms.
Not the typical Dark Flare he was known for. Judging by the rippling movement and color of the flames, this was either a remake or an original variant of the Jet Black Flame Arts.
“Simon, I don’t know what magic you’re trying to prepare,”
Zetsu raised his arms high.
“but you’d be better off just giving up!”
Whoooooosh!
A payload of flames roared forward, dense with destructive power. Simon split his concentration away from the Guard Form spell circle he’d been building at full intensity, planted his feet against the darkness beneath him, and launched skyward.
Boom!
The flaming projectile shattered the pillar Simon had been standing on at its middle. The top half tilted and plummeted below the clouds.
Simon cleared the gap to the next column unscathed and wiped the sweat from his brow. The commentator’s excited voice rang out beside him.
[Our Zetsu presses forward from the opening! True to Sierra’s second-year firepower champion!]
Another volley of flame projectiles came streaking toward Simon, obliterating the pillar beneath his feet. He planted himself against the darkness again and vaulted skyward once more.
‘Getting closer!’
The distance between the rock pillars was random. Earlier, the Darkness step had been enough, but this time the gap was considerable.
Simon extended his index finger.

A teal-colored line stretched out and snapped against the waist of a rock pillar. Simon gripped it with both hands, planted his feet forward, and flew across.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
As he swung across on the line, he easily dodged the flame projectiles that Zetsu hurled after him. Gasps of amazement erupted from the crowd.
“Nice.”
Simon reached the opposite pillar safely.
“Not bad! Let’s see how long you can keep running!”
Zetsu ignited fresh flames and intensified his assault.
What followed was a familiar pattern: Simon evading, Zetsu attacking relentlessly. Having won a slot among hundreds of applicants, Zetsu demonstrated considerable firepower.
[Ah—the Kizen Student Council President! He’s too busy dodging to even prepare higher-tier Dark Magic!]
Zetsu didn’t merely attack Simon with flame projectiles; he also destroyed the rock pillars themselves, reducing available footholds.
Crash!
But Simon’s evasion was masterful. He manipulated the Cloud rope with perfect control, leaping from pillar to pillar, scaling the slanted terrain with ease using only his legs.
‘……Monstrous stamina.’
Zetsu’s expression hardened slightly.
At this level of pressure, some sign of fatigue should have appeared, yet Simon hadn’t even broken his breath. He was buying time steadily, anchored by solid Combat Magic.
“Zetsu! Watch out!”
At the spectators’ cry, Zetsu’s gaze snapped backward. Simon, who had been fleeing along the Cloud line, suddenly emerged from behind.
‘He used the rope’s centrifugal force to swing back……!’
Simon grinned and swung his arm.
A Bone Spear forged from skeletal remains shot forward, and Zetsu quickly raised his guard.
Boom!
A wall of green flame bloomed, blocking the Bone Spear. The deflected spear shattered into countless bone fragments, which whistled back and engulfed Simon’s right arm.

Bone bullets erupted from the launcher in rapid succession. Zetsu nimbly soared upward, several rounds grazing past his body.
‘He’s counterattacking even in this chaos!’
Zetsu’s mouth widened in a grin.
“That’s the spirit! The Kizen Student Council President!”
Once he’d adapted to the terrain and environment, Simon no longer relied solely on evasion. He weaved between Cloud ropes and Combat Magic, planting Undead minions on every rock face.
As Zetsu traversed the battlefield on his Pitch Black Wings, he found himself dodging attacks from Zombies clinging to the rock walls and arrows from Skeleton Archers perched on distant pillars.
Under these conditions, he couldn’t simply overwhelm Simon with unrelenting offense. Wary of Simon’s counterattacks, his movements grew more cautious.
‘There!’
The moment Zetsu spotted Simon’s back and reached for a flame projectile, an arrow from a Skeleton Archer streaked across from the side.
‘Tch!’
Zetsu twisted his neck just in time to evade. Meanwhile, Simon slipped behind a pillar.
‘How is he not making a single mistake?!’
One misplaced footfall, one wavering Cloud rope, one repositioned Skeleton—
and Zetsu would have victory.
Yet Simon was executing this perilous tightrope walk flawlessly.
Monstrous concentration.
Backed by superhuman stamina.
And a feat impossible without vast experience.
The match that should have been one-sided was unfolding in an unexpectedly tight fashion.
“Heh! Professor Jane’s words were no exaggeration.”
In the VIP Seating section of the Arena, Sierra Rector and Jane stood side by side, watching the match. The Rector stroked his beard.
“I thought you’d bring a third-year student to be safe, but there must be a reason you pushed forward with a second-year Student Council President.”
Jane turned to him with an expressionless face.
“The wager. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
“Of course not!”
Sierra Rector’s face still radiated confidence.
“You may think time will work in your favor, but Zetsu’s staying power is nothing to scoff at!”

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‘Where did he disappear to this time?’
Zetsu fluttered his Pitch Black Wings, searching the surroundings. Simon had vanished, hidden in the blind spot behind one of the pillars.
He’d need a vantage point from above to spot him.
The moment Zetsu made that decision and began rising higher into the air—
Whoosh!
An emerald flash curved through the air like a comet.
‘Fast!’
Zetsu hastily spread flames like a shield, but the cyan blade cut clean through. From the gap it carved stepped a skeleton, cloak billowing.
Crack!
The skeleton struck Zetsu with a vicious slash and swept past. His Barrier Gauge flickered from green to orange, nearly halving in an instant.
‘A skeleton that flies?’
As Zetsu climbed higher, six emerald meteors pursued as if they’d been waiting. All of them were skeletons.
“Damn it!”
Zetsu spat a curse and unleashed the Black Magic he’d been holding back. Flames burst outward in a spiral, deflecting the assault.
“Zetsu! Watch out!”
“Zetsu!”
Even without the crowd’s shouts, Zetsu felt an overwhelming presence bearing down from behind.
<Simon Original – Guard Form Flight Mode>
Simon was descending from the sky, clad in Bone Armor forged from those brilliantly gleaming cyan skeletons.
A charge accelerated to the limit.
A flame shield couldn’t stop it. Zetsu drew the sword at his waist in desperation.
Clang!
Cyan and white clashed, sending a violent shockwave across the arena. Students in the stands screamed and ducked low.
Scrape-scrape-scrape!
The two swords locked in a tense standoff. Simon, wielding the Guard Form’s blade, was grinning.
“Damn! You can fly with that technique?”
“Of course.”
Zetsu cast an overload spell on himself once more, then rapidly sketched three Flame Bomb spell circles around him.
Seeing the formations, Simon shoved Zetsu’s blade back and retreated. Three volleys of flame erupted where he’d been standing.
Slash!
Simon swung the Guard Form’s sword with elegant precision. The cyan blade light split into three arcs, cutting apart the fireballs and scattering them into the air.
‘Swordsmanship too!’
Zetsu felt a chill and withdrew. Simon simply laughed.
“Got you.”
Crack!
Sharp pain lanced through Zetsu’s back. A Guard Form unit that had been circling overhead had severed his right wing.
‘I’m in trouble!’
With only one wing, Zetsu couldn’t stay airborne. His body tipped off-balance, beginning to fall.
‘Damn it, focus! Focus! Land first, buy time, repair the wing while I have the chance—’
But.
Simon wasn’t about to give him that breathing room.
“Corpse Explosion.”
As Simon clenched his fist, deafening blasts erupted from all directions.
The stone pillars around the arena crumbled like dominoes.
‘This bastard, is he really—’
Zetsu’s expression went pale as he watched the nearby footholds vanish in real time.
‘From the start he was playing this game, placing undead—’
Only then did Zetsu remember the zombies Simon had attached to the stone walls.
Outmaneuvered.
Completely.
‘In this Sky Arena—’
Zetsu, his single remaining wing useless, plummeted alongside the collapsing pillars.

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