Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 529

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 529
Time slipped away as Simon learned new curses in Bahil’s research chamber.
Now both of them needed to prepare for their next classes. Simon bowed politely to Bahil and left the Curse Department Building.
“…….”
He should have hurried back to the lecture hall, but his hands itched unbearably.
The diagrams and symbols Bahil had shown him wouldn’t leave his mind.
‘Why not give it a try?’
Simon stopped before a tree, drew a deep breath, and closed his eyes. The Sleep Magic Circle he’d been using all along unfurled cleanly across his palm.
Then came Bahil’s guidance in his thoughts.
He added new symbols and shapes to the existing formula. He deployed another magic circle connected to the center of the first, and adjusted the rotation angles and pattern values.
‘The key is the emission form extending outward from the Rune Language.’
‘From a sequential formula to something closer to a circle.’
‘Artificially drawing out the effective magical power.’
Simon’s eyes snapped open as he recalled each of Bahil’s points.
<Bahil Remake – Sleep Furs>
Shhhhhhhh—
As he activated the magic circle, gray smoke billowed outward from his palm. Simon blinked.
“Something happened. Did it work?”
Just as Simon’s reaction wavered between hope and doubt—
Thud.
Thunk.
The birds perched on the tree tumbled into the grass. Simon jumped back in surprise.
All the birds were asleep.
‘Success!’
An area Sleep spell that distributed one Sleep stack evenly to every target in range.
Granted, its potency and duration were far weaker than the Sleep he normally used, but for a first attempt, this was extraordinary.
‘Though I do feel a little bad.’
Simon laughed sheepishly and clapped his hands together. Clap!
The sparrows lying in the grass fluttered their eyes open and scrambled to their feet. Spotting Simon nearby, they startled and scattered into the air with frantic wing beats.
Watching the birds fly away, Simon turned and walked toward the Summoning Department Building.
“…….”
And on the fourth floor of the Curse Department Building—
Two people were watching this unfold.
“A professor who instantly drafts an area magic circle on the spot, and a student who swallows it whole and succeeds on the first try.”
Chehekle, the senior teaching assistant of the Curse Department, folded her arms.
“They really are something else, these geniuses.”
Bahil leaned his back quietly against the window.
“You possess considerable talent yourself, Chehekle.”
“It feels like you’re making me bow and scrape.”
“In any case.”
Bahil grabbed his bowler hat and pressed it firmly onto his head.
“The beginning of this new semester, having lost my Simon, is looking quite favorable.”
“……Please, drop that vulgar qualifier in front. I’m scared someone will hear it.”
Bahil brushed off her words with ease, a smile playing at his lips.
“An unforeseen variable has emerged. Aaron will have no choice but to be greatly shaken.”
“You mean that transfer student called White?”
“Precisely.”
Chehekle’s expression grew complicated.
“……I’ve never heard the full story of Magnus, the 5th Legion Commander, during his student days at Kizen. Everyone hushes it up. Is it really causing such a stir at the school just because that White student looks similar to him?”
Bahil lifted his gaze to the sky beyond the window.
“It’s inevitable. In over three hundred years of Kizen’s history, an unprecedented incident.”
His eyes grew cold and keen.
“A student murdered a Kizen professor.”

* * *
The next morning.
Intermediate-level Summoning Studies.
Tap—
Tick. Tick.
Chalk danced roughly across the blackboard. Aaron was absorbed in his lecture as though nothing had happened.
On the surface, he showed no sign of wavering.
But to Simon, sitting in the class, something felt different. Aaron’s usual leisurely pace, the measured tempo he maintained, the drowsy cadence of his voice—all of it had shifted into something more urgent, more intense.
Like a man trying desperately to forget something by throwing himself into his work.
The Summoning Department students, still unaware of the undercurrent, actually welcomed Aaron’s new style.
It was easier to concentrate this way. They scribbled their notes at a faster pace than usual, racing to keep up.
Simon turned to look at White, sitting in the very last row. She was taking notes just like the other students—ordinary, methodical, unremarkable.
“That concludes the theory portion.”
Tap.
Aaron set down the chalk and strode toward the lectern, picking up the attendance roster.
“When I call your name, stand up. Koiter Pizen.”
A student named Koiter rose from his seat.
“Yes, Professor!”
“When a necromancer collects blood samples from a dead ghoul and the reaction appears blue, explain the Summoned Ghoul Chain Formula they should employ.”
Caught off guard, Koiter’s pupils dilated. He dragged out a series of hesitant sounds as he wracked his brain, then stammered out his answer.
“Frenzy—Binding—Contraction—Bone-Strike!”
“That’s for a yellow reaction. One penalty point. Raubel Brenmers.”
The next student shot up with a crisp “Yes, Professor!”
“Blue.”
“Frenzy—Binding—Near-Contraction—Blood-Clot!”
“The order of Binding and Near-Contraction is reversed. One penalty point. Pierre Buckler.”
Aaron continued methodically, calling on student after student, drilling them on memorization with brutal thoroughness. Caught in this surprise bombardment of penalties, students desperately flipped through their textbooks, but the teaching assistants kept their eyes wide open as they circulated, promptly shutting the books.
“Carve this formula into your minds.”
Aaron tapped his own forehead with his fingertip as he spoke.
“So that you can recall it in an instant, even in the heat of the moment.”
After the testing ended, practical work began immediately.
Aaron distributed lists to the students with different specified conditions, and they had to construct Ghoul Magic Circles matching those parameters.
Fifty-two students labored away, assembling their Ghoul Magic Circles.
“Before the day is done, you will master Ghouls.”
Aaron walked among them, hands clasped behind his back.
“My class is followed by second period Summoning Material Studies, then third period Summoning Preparation. I understand your major courses are back-to-back. Mark my words—if you all get through today’s entire curriculum, you’ll be able to wield Ghouls with complete mastery.”
All in one day?
The declaration was so striking that students preparing their magic circles began lifting their heads one by one.
“And tomorrow.”
Aaron announced it flatly.
“We begin the practical field assessment using Ghouls.”

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Through Aaron’s instruction, they had thoroughly mastered both theory and the Summoning Magic Circle, and the next class was already waiting.
Grerion’s Summoning Material Studies. The students boarded a Teleport Magic Circle and traveled to the class location.
It was their first outdoor class in a while. An sprawling expanse of rocky terrain stretched below them.
“Everyone, pay attention!”
The Summoning Material Studies assistants stood with their heads shaved clean, dressed in bizarre outfits, legs spread wide and arms folded across their chests in an unusual stance.
And beyond them, Grerion appeared shirtless, his muscular frame on full display, dark sunglasses covering his eyes, striking the exact same pose with arms folded.
“Somehow, Professor Grerion just keeps getting more built every time we see him.”
Toto murmured quietly beside Simon. Simon nodded in agreement.
“You should’ve heard the details from Professor Aaron! Personally, I’d like to keep advancing the Chimera material, but curriculum is curriculum.”
He uncrossed his muscular arms and planted his hands on his hips. His muscles rippled disturbingly with every movement.
“Today! You’ll go out and gather fresh ghoul materials with your own hands!”
Grerion’s voice thundered across the rocky terrain. It was so loud that debris clattered down from the cliff face above.
A female student thrust her hand up excitedly.
“I’m Eshu Zelua, Professor! Couldn’t we just buy them from Rochester?”
“Absolutely not!”
Grerion extended his muscular arm and clenched his fist.
“Skeletons are one thing. But creatures like Ghouls that use existing corpses and muscle tissue—when purchased from an undead factory or necromancer shop, the quality invariably suffers. A necromancer capturing Ghouls on-site, right there in the field, is always the best approach!”
He pointed his finger.
“You!”
“Y-yes, yes, yes! I’m Toto Amori!”
Toto answered with a grimace. His expression screamed, ‘Why me again?’
“Explain the primary material component of a Ghoul!”
“A R-Ratcher!”
“That’s right!”
Grerion adjusted his sunglasses.
“Ratchers are common monsters classified as Danger Level 3! Besides them, I’ve also created Ghouls from Arch Wraiths, Gremlins, and Lidon, but in the current Necromancer field, over 94% of all Ghouls are Ratcher-based. Ever since Drion’s Ghoul Formula was standardized and widely disseminated, Ratcher Ghouls have become the superior variant of every individual specimen — and honestly, it’s no exaggeration to say that in modern Summoning Studies, a Ghoul is essentially just a Zombified Ratcher!”
The students nodded in unison.
“Now I’ll teach you how to select a quality Ratcher for creating a Ghoul!”
Grerion launched into the lesson without warning. The students frantically opened their notebooks without desks and hurried to take notes.
“Avoid Ratchers with reddish tones around the back of the neck — that’s a sign of old age. You want young ones with taut muscles, the kind that make excellent Ghouls!”
“When using arrows or blades, aim for the neck. You can sever it entirely, but if your weapon gets lodged in the leg or arm muscles, the quality of the material degrades!”
Grerion held up the corpse of a furred Ratcher and methodically pointed out the critical targets. The second-year students boldly stepped closer to examine it.
“Proper dissection technique is equally important!”
Bang!
Grerion placed the Ratcher’s corpse on the table and drew out a Corpse Knife.
“In truth, you can simply inscribe a Summoning Magic Circle on a monster right after killing it — it’ll function without major issues! But you’re the elite of Kizen, the finest on the continent! This technique is necessary to extract near-perfect performance from your Ghouls!”
He pointed to the Ratcher’s calf.
“Come closer, everyone! Do you see this area?”
“Yes!”
“Make an incision here with a blade no larger than grade seven.”
Slice—
He drew the knife along the muscle.
“Create a channel for the Dark Element to flow through.”
“But… these Undead use muscles. Why would you pierce them?”
“Undead locomotion operates differently from living creatures! Always keep your mind flexible and reserve space to accept unconventional thinking! Next is here!”
Crunch!
He pried open the shoulder muscle with bare hand strength, and students throughout the room flinched.
“Don’t look away! Especially you girls in the front — keep your eyes open and watch carefully!”
Grerion’s voice cracked like thunder.
“The performance of each Summoned Creature created from a monster is directly tied to your survival — to the lives of the people you wish to protect!”
“Yes!”
“Preparation is vital. Once an Undead is complete, its absolute performance is often fixed. The initial creation is most critical! Understood?!”
“Yes!!”
His knife moved without hesitation. He stripped away the unnecessary fat and organs that hindered movement, then channeled Black Magic through himself, inscribing the Ghoul formula into the Ratcher.
Graaagh!
The Ghoul lurched to its feet.
“Observe!”
At Grerion’s gesture, the Ghoul kicked off the ground ferociously and burst forward, lashing out its arms. The students gasped in wonder.
“Look at these ideal movements! And I used only a standard Summoning Magic Circle!”
It turned freely, leaped into the air, and performed flips. What had been a corpse moments before now moved with such dynamism and grace that it seemed impossible — its motions explosive and breathtaking.
Its athletic ability had increased dramatically beyond even its living monstrosity. Ironically, this corpse appeared more alive, more vital, than any breathing creature.
“I trust you all took that in!”
Grerion set down the Corpse Knife.
“Now for practical training! The Ramakan Rocky Area around us is teeming with Ratchers! During this session, each of you must secure a minimum of nine Ghouls!”
He held up two thick fingers.
“This training has no numerical grade. Instead, it’s simple: ‘Pass or Fail.’ Any student who doesn’t secure nine Ghoul specimens receives an automatic ‘F’ on tomorrow’s live assessment and loses the right to attend future Curse Magic lessons — due to insufficient materials!”
The students began to murmur anxiously.
No Ghoul meant automatic failure. Tomorrow’s exam qualification itself would be revoked.
Bang!
Grerion crashed his two massive fists together in the center.
“You’ll use the Ghouls you personally secure and prepare in this session for next class and the live Practical Assessment! Valedictorian!”
“Yes.”
The Valedictorian raised a timer.
“Secure nine Ghoul specimens by any means necessary within two hours! Any student falling short is disqualified! Any student bringing material below acceptable standards — by my judgment — is also disqualified! Too harsh? Nothing of the sort! You are Kizen!”
Click!
The Valedictorian activated the timer.
“Ghoul procurement operation — commence!”
At those words, the Summoning Department students bolted without a backward glance, channeling Dark Element beneath their feet as they surged forward.

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