Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 521

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School: Episode 521
‘Wait, where did I go wrong?’
Sebera’s mind reeled with confusion.
She was certain the Student Council president of Kizen couldn’t sense Spirits. She’d even confirmed he hadn’t chosen a Necromancy course since first year, first semester.
That’s why she’d been confident he couldn’t attack summoned beings, and she’d focused all her effort on her specialty—the Drowned One—training to pull massive amounts of water into the arena.
And yet.
‘That dark magic is definitely a Soul Sphere!’
Crack-crack-crack!
A violent thunder roared as violet spears split the sky, piercing through the Drowned Ones at pinpoint accuracy and tearing them apart.
She kept summoning more Drowned Ones, but Simon created and hurled spears faster than she could manifest them. Of course, it was Sebera who suffered the greater loss, pouring out vast reserves of Dark Element and Spirit to conjure them.
A question suddenly surfaced in her mind.
‘Isn’t it a Soul Sphere?’
The shape matched what she knew of Soul Spheres, but the color was different, the crackling effect was different, and above all, the aura it radiated felt alien.
An aura she’d never once felt in her entire life.
Crack-crack-crack!
‘Ugh!’
A Chaos Sphere suddenly curved sideways, slamming into her abdomen as it passed. She grimaced and quickly turned her head toward the large monitor in the Spectator Stands.
[Simon Polentia: 100%]
[Sebera Matheus: 94%]
‘What?’
For something so dazzling and intense, the Barrier Gauge hadn’t dropped that much.
Was the actual power weaker than it appeared?
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Another spear grazed her thigh. Stumbling, she threw up a Dark Element shield in front of her and checked the monitor again.
“!!”
[Simon Polentia: 100%]
[Sebera Matheus: 76%]
Just a graze, and nearly twenty percent of her gauge had evaporated.
And what about the trajectory? It curved. It moved up and down. Sometimes it came straight at her. The pattern was impossible to analyze.
‘What on earth is that technique!’
Ever since Simon had unleashed the violet spears, the tide of battle had completely reversed. The spectators began murmuring in bewilderment at the sudden shift in the match’s flow.
Even Benz and Jetz, who’d fought Simon before, felt the same way.
They called out to Merin in the player waiting area.
“Hey, you from Kizen! What’s that spear technique Simon’s using?”
“He never used anything like that when he fought me.”
Merin narrowed her eyes and turned to look at them.
“Does a transfer student really get to address people like that? It’s Vice President, thank you very much!”
“Oh, so you’re the Vice President.”
After shooting them a cold look, Merin turned back to the arena and smiled wickedly.
“Trying to analyze it with incomplete information, so of course you’re struggling. Simon’s never used that technique in an official duel assessment before.”
The only time he’d shown it in front of people was in an unofficial match—his duel with Hector.
She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Whether he’s used it before or not aside, that’s Simon’s own power—something he created himself, unique to him alone.”
Boom!
Crack-crack-crack!
Every time Simon swung his arm, violet lightning flew out, making the arena flash brilliantly.
Sebera felt her head growing heavier by the moment, her thoughts increasingly difficult to gather.
She even began making mistakes in her Magic Circles—errors she’d never made before.
‘This can’t be.’
She gasped for breath.
‘Does that technique have a mental curse effect?’
It was clear that the longer the match went on, the worse her position became. Sebera realized she needed to make a decisive move now.
‘The Drowned Ones I secretly repositioned into the water channels…!’
No matter how things went, she still had home advantage.
Two Drowned Ones that had slipped through the water channels, hidden from Simon’s view, suddenly emerged with a splash and charged at him simultaneously.
Even as they attacked, Simon kept hurling spears straight ahead.
‘Did it work?’
Boom!
But the two violet spears he’d thrown forward inexplicably pierced through the back of the Drowned Ones’ heads, crossing in an X pattern as they struck the ground.
‘I threw them forward—why are they hitting from behind!’
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. This was the first opponent she couldn’t read at a glance.
So this is Kizen’s Student Council President.
“Give up, Sebera.”
Simon drew out a new Chaos Sphere as he spoke.
“Our elements clash. You can’t win.”
“Tch!”
His blunt reply struck her like a blow, and heat flushed across her face.
“I’ll grant you that first move, but I’m the one who’ll win in the end!”
She opened a Subspace and pulled from it a weathered, moss-covered pirate flag.
Then she unrolled a prepared Spirit Magic Circle across the ground and drove the flag down into its center with all her strength.
“Stekulo—the notorious pirate crew of the Northern Sea.”
She laughed darkly.
“Do you know why such a fearsome band, who toppled six cities and claimed the lives of nobles, vanished so suddenly from history?”
“?”
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
Spirit-formed sea foam erupted from around the flag, and atop it surged a massive ship made entirely of spiritual essence.
It was a decrepit pirate vessel with holes riddling its hull and its mast snapped clean.
—Woooooooo!
Dozens of spectral sailors wailed from within. The Spirit-formed ship drew all the water from the channel, giving shape and substance to the skeletal pirate vessel and the vengeful ghosts through liquid form.
“This is my true power!”

Whoooosh!
The pirate ship surged forward, drawing the channel’s water with it toward Simon. The cries of the spectral pirates aboard filled the Arena.
Simon hurled the Chaos Spheres from his hand in rapid succession, but the wreckage would not break. Its massive hull absorbed the chaos and charged forward.
‘Beautiful.’
Simon marveled.
‘If she’d fought Elisa instead, it would’ve been quite the match.’
Of course, Elisa, the Necromancer Department’s representative, could casually summon two or three Phantom Ships as opening moves.
“Consider this my tribute to your magnificent Dark Magic.”
Simon peeled the Chaos Magic Circle from his waist and laid it flat on the ground. Then he placed a Spirit Stone—the medium—upon it.
Chaos coursed through the Spirit Stone, crackling with sparks that flew upward in rapid succession.
“Whatever you do now, this victory is already mine!”
Sebera’s spectral pirate ship was nearly upon him. Simon smiled quietly.
Slash—!
Sebera, watching from behind, couldn’t quite see it clearly.
What she did see was a massive violet slash suddenly blaze across the field. And then—
‘The wreckage—’
That enormous hull was cleaved clean in two.
Exposing its cross-section, the split wreckage tumbled past Simon and crashed to either side with a heavy thud.
—Cackle-cackle-cackle-cackle!
And before Simon stood a phantom wearing a mask like a joker from a deck of cards, holding aloft an enormous scythe in a sweeping stance.

Sebera, a major in Necromancy, could only gape in shock.
‘A Necromancy dropout using a Reaper? I can’t even summon one yet!’
Simon raised his right hand.
A Chaos Sphere buried in the ground shot upward into his grip. Its pointed spear-blade stretched wide, transforming into a scythe to match.
Whoosh!
Slice!
Simon and the Chaos Reaper both dropped their stances, extending their identical scythes forward.
“Go!”
Simon charged, and the Chaos Reaper concealed in his shadow advanced with him as one.
“Stop them!”
As Sebera spread both arms, the spectral pirates from the split wreckage behind her surged forward, drawing water with them to engulf Simon from above.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Simon and the Reaper danced brilliantly in place, trading positions as violet scythes swept through the air.
Bound together by Dark Magic with perfect synchronization, their coordination was flawless. The rain of water-wraiths and vengeful spirits fell away in pieces, carved apart by the scythe’s edge and dissolving into nothing.
Simon closed the distance between himself and Sebera in an instant.
“I’m sorry, but—”
Simon kicked hard against the ground.
The ground cracked with a sharp snap, and his body lunged forward. Simon and the Reaper raised their scythes toward her in unison.
“As Student Council President of Kizen, I can’t afford to lose.”
Slash!
Simon and the Reaper crossed paths through Sebera, leaving a luminous X traced before her body that blazed violet, dazzling everything around it.
“Winner!”
The referee raised his voice.
[Simon: 94%]
[Sebera: 0%]
“Student Council President of Kizen! Simon!”
Roooaaaar!
Simon raised his right arm, holding the scythe, and took a bow. The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers for him after such a brilliant display.
The Barrier faded, and Sebera collapsed onto the ground, laughing with resignation as she shook her head.
“…It’s a complete loss for me.”
Just then, Simon could be seen saying something to the referee. The referee’s eyes widened in alarm, and he relayed the message to the officials around him.
“Sebera.”
Simon, finished speaking with the referee, approached her. She shrugged her shoulders.
“Yeah, yeah. Deception is a winner’s privilege, so I’ll hear you out.”
“That’s not it—I need to borrow you for a moment.”
Without warning, Simon scooped Sebera into his arms and began running. She cried out in alarm.
“What—what are you doing!”
“It’s dangerous here.”
Simon glanced back as he moved away from the Chaos Reaper.
The Chaos Reaper’s summoning state dissolved and melted away, then transformed into hundreds of chaotic strands that rocketed skyward above the Arena.
A wide-area Chaos bombardment spell.
<Simon Original – Chaos Dance>
A violet rain began pouring down indiscriminately from the sky. Screams erupted in places, but fortunately, the officials who’d heard Simon’s warning had raised the Barrier around the Spectator Stands to its maximum.
Simon set Sebera down on the ground and began striking down the descending spears one by one with a single Chaos Sphere.
Sebera stared up at the sky with a dumbfounded expression.
‘Thank goodness this ends before it hits.’
She thought, watching Simon earnestly deflect the descending chaos.
This guy is strong.
And the school that raised such a creature—Kizen.
‘So tomorrow, I’ll be able to attend classes there?’
After all.
She felt it had been the right choice to transfer there.

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Simon’s match had ended.
Since the Chaos Dance had gouged out craters and devastated the Arena, they decided to take a brief recess and hold the final match at the adjacent Arena.
Moiran had about three more Water Channel Arenas like this one, so there was no problem. Such incidents were countless in battles between Necromancer students.
“You did great, Simon!”
“You practically shook Moiran itself apart.”
As he returned to the Spectator Stands, the transfer students welcomed him. Simon smiled with apparent ease and greeted them in return.
Though on the surface he seemed composed.
‘I’m about to collapse.’
Since returning from Taradus, he’d fought three Duel Assessment-level matches at the Necromancer School over these two days.
It had been incredibly grueling, but he showed no sign of it.
Jane had repeatedly emphasized the importance of “dignity” as the external face of Kizen’s Student Council President, and that was the Council President’s obligation. He kept smiling, maintaining the facade that this was nothing serious, but in truth, he was dying.
“You did well, Simon.”
Merin handed him a towel and a bucket of cool water with ice.
“Thanks.”
Simon wanted nothing more than to collapse on the ground and drink the water desperately, but he kept one hand at his waist and maintained his composure.
She smiled and winked at him with one eye.
“Working hard, aren’t we, Mr. President.”
“…Did you notice?”
“Your limbs are trembling like leaves.”
Simon laughed quietly and drained the bucket. Still, perhaps because he was in Moiran, the water tasted sweet as honey.
‘Now for the final match.’
Simon looked at Merin. She tilted her head with a questioning expression, but soon smiled and gently tapped his elbow.
“Got it, got it. I’ll win for sure—don’t worry.”
“Ha, that’s not quite it—”
“I’ll do my very best, Student Council President!”
She struck an adorable salute and walked away.
He’d deflected her playfully, but he could see her fingers trembling faintly. Simon followed with a smile, his coat tails fluttering behind him.
The Arena where the final match would take place came into view just ahead.

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