Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 530

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 530
Whirrrrr!
Simon rode atop the Golem Board, kicking up clouds of dust as he rushed forward.
The Ramakan Rock Wall Area.
It was a crucial passage through the sprawling trade hub commonly known as the Sand Road, but the native monster population—particularly the Ratchers—had exploded in recent years, claiming countless lives annually.
The local lord had long since given up on eradication efforts, and merchants now took longer detours rather than risk the passage, expensive as it was.
Of late, attacks by starving Ratchers on even large merchant caravans had become commonplace, and the casualties never ceased.
A class that kills two birds with one stone—securing Ghouls while eliminating monsters! Protecting people from monsters is the duty of an elite Necromancer!
Professor Grerion’s voice echoed in Simon’s mind.
Thanks to the exploits and blood shed by your predecessors, Necromancers have gained a far better reputation across the entire Dark Alliance in modern times, and have become woven into daily life. Follow in their footsteps with gratitude!
Click.
Simon drew his bow. A single Ratcher was bounding across the distance ahead.
Its entire body was covered in shaggy brown fur, with pointed ears. It had the appearance of a four-legged goblin.
‘Avoid damaging the muscle tissue as much as possible.’
Simon nocked an arrow to the bowstring.
‘Aim for the neck. One shot.’
Whistle!
The arrow streaked through the air and lodged itself in the Ratcher’s thigh. The monster shrieked and thrashed, but catching sight of Simon, it charged toward him.
“Damn.”
Seeing the creature’s limp, Simon muttered his disappointment and drew another arrow.
This time it struck true, piercing the neck, and the beast fell dead moments later.
Thud—
The Golem Board rolled toward the corpse. Simon leaped down and examined the dead Ratcher.
“This one won’t cut it for a pass.”
The arrow had struck right in the thigh muscle—the most crucial part—and the tissue was already stiffening. Turning it into a Ghoul would compromise its mobility, and in the worst case, it might become a shambling, crippled thing.
It seemed highly unlikely to meet Grerion’s standards.
Simon abandoned it without hesitation and climbed back onto the Golem Board.
“Nine of these things… this is going to be tough.”
Simon hadn’t even secured a single serviceable Ratcher yet.
The rule was simple: Pass or Fail.
Failure here meant disqualification not only from the practical Ghoul combat assessment but also from the next Funeral Studies class.
‘At least…’
The presence of one Ratcher suggested there was likely a Ratcher den somewhere nearby.
Simon mounted the Golem Board and scanned the surroundings carefully, and finally—
found it.
A breathing hole was carved into the sandy ground. The opening looked narrow, but a Ratcher’s flexible body could slip through with ease.
‘So this is their den.’
Simon dismounted and waved his hand through the air.
Summon Golem
Whoooosh—
The surrounding earth and sand began swirling around the Golem Board. Its form shifted and transformed, and a massive golem rose to its feet.
“Widen the entrance!”
At Simon’s command, the golem lifted its heavy arm and struck the breathing hole.
Boom!
Boom!
The ground trembled as if it might collapse. Simon retreated to a safe distance, and the golem clasped both hands together before bringing them down with full force on the hole.
Crack!!
The surrounding earth gave way all at once, and the opening widened dramatically. From within came startled cries—”Kii-kii-kik!” “Ki-kik!”—the alarmed shrieks of monsters.
Simon retrieved the golem’s core and without hesitation dropped himself down into the darkness.
Tap.
Landing and rolling to his feet, he saw gleaming eyes peering from every shadow. The Ratchers bared their teeth, crouched low, and growled.
‘This is the right place.’
Throughout the den lay human remains—nothing but bones—along with shredded cloth scraps and torn bags.
One Ratcher shrieked and lunged forward.
Out of habit, Simon clenched his fists and began drawing in the Darkness, but at the last moment, his expression shifted and he ducked his head.
‘Almost beat it to death by accident!’
Whoosh!
The Ratcher soared over Simon and crashed against the far wall. Simon steadied himself and opened his Subspace.
“Come out, all of you!”
Eight Skeletons tumbled forth from the Subspace, scattering at his gesture and fragmenting into individual bones.

Simon thrust his arm forward sharply, and bones shot out like arrows, seizing the nearby Ratchers and pinning them against the cavern wall.
—Screeeee!
Each time the Ratchers thrashed violently, the wall shuddered with their struggle.
‘Just as expected from Danger Level Grade 3. Stronger than I anticipated.’
Simon flicked his index finger back and forth like a conductor’s baton. The skeletal arm bones of the creatures bound by Bone Prison locked into place one by one, until finally the hand bones grasping weapons connected as well.
He brought down a swift strike against their necks, silencing them in one motion.
—Screeeeee!
More Ratchers charged from the opposite direction. Simon spun on his heel and swept his arm wide; the creatures were caught by the flying bones and slammed against the wall.
In one fluid movement, he gathered his hands toward the center of his body.
Crack. Snap.
The hand bones scattered across the floor rose into the air, weapons in their grasp. At the signal of Simon spreading both arms like wings, they surged forward in unison.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
They pierced cleanly through the necks of the monsters pinned by Bone Prison.
‘That makes four confirmed… wait.’
Then came a deep rumbling from deeper within the tunnel, and nearly ten Ratchers came pouring out in a rush.
In such a cramped space, facing so many Grade 3 monsters was dangerous indeed.
“Capturing all of them without a scratch won’t be possible. I’ll settle for securing half of them.”
Simon donned Bone Armor for protection, then barked an order as the Ratchers surged toward him relentlessly.
“Gate Opening.”
Shriek—
Shriek—
Serpentine blades poured forth, coiling around Simon and cutting through the Ghouls with terrible efficiency. Blood fountains erupted in all directions.

* * *
At the same moment.
Every student in the Summoning Department had dispersed across the area, each hunting Ratchers with their own distinctive style.
Ranked fifth, Aseraz stood with her arms crossed, gazing down into a tunnel entrance.
“Perfect.”
She retrieved a Gas Potion she’d concocted during Poison Magic class and tossed several down into the opening. Soon, a choking stench filled the air, and Ratchers’ cries of agony erupted from all around.
“The point is, you only need to preserve the muscle tissue, right?”
She sealed the tunnel entrance with sand using Dark Magic.
Not far from there lay another tunnel mouth, where several of her Skeleton Knights in gleaming silver armor stood waiting in advance.
—Screeeee!
—Screech!
Unable to withstand the gas inside any longer, the Ratchers desperately scrambled out of the tunnel.
“Don’t let a single one escape. Capture them all.”
She commanded.
The fleeing Ratchers were seized by the Skeleton Knights and slammed to the ground in succession. Some threw nets while others merely beheaded their prey as they ran—it was control so precise and coordinated that roles were clearly divided among them.
Aseraz had cleared the task with ease.
Whoooooosh!
Meanwhile, as the others searched for tunnel entrances, above on the rock wall.
A black dragon soared through the sky, unleashing torrents of fire breath.
‘It’s common knowledge that those living on rock faces have more developed shoulder muscles than those dwelling in tunnels.’
Ranked third, Hector had assumed dragon form. Most of the Ratchers fell to ash beneath his fire breath.
—Screeeee!
[Weaklings are useless! Only the survivors among you shall serve as Ghouls!]
Hector, having discovered a massive colony of Ratchers on the hillside, was nearly finished as well.
While the black dragon prowled the skies, relentlessly setting the rock wall ablaze, a female student on the ground watched with a prolonged yawn.
“So much energy in this blazing sun~ such enthusiasm, Department Representative.”
She had not only set up a chair but unfurled a parasol to shield herself from the rays. Behind her, a male student fanned her diligently with leaves.
“You’re all just so incredibly kind~ really, you shouldn’t.”
She affected a coquettish laugh, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Before her, several feathered students eagerly produced the Ratchers they’d caught, their nervous laughter hanging in the air.
“Before she shows up, we’ll take just one from each person, yeah?”
Serne steadily accepted Ratchers from the other students and was approaching the completion mark.
And then there was one more.
“Hah… hah…”
Deep within the Ratcher tunnel.
Lorain stood with a short sword in hand, flanked by two Skeleton Knights.
Countless Ratcher corpses lay scattered across the ground, and before her stood a large boss-class specimen, its eyes gleaming with lethal intent.
‘I never could have imagined it.’
She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked ahead.
‘To think the day would come when I’d be cornered by a Ratcher.’
The realization cut deep.
How fragile she was, with her abilities sealed.
How far she’d strayed into arrogance.
What did running the school matter? What did being the next Chancellor of Kizen mean?
Everything she’d done while reading the adults’ moods now filled her with shame.
‘Start over. One step at a time.’
Whoosh!
She gripped the short sword with practiced ease, lowered her stance, and fixed her gaze on the snarling large Ratcher.
‘Like him. Do what I can do right now.’

* * *
“Ugh, that was rough.”
Simon emerged safely from the Ratcher’s burrow.
The ground had weakened during his fight with the creatures and collapsed—he’d nearly been buried alive. He spat sand and pushed himself to his feet.
First, he opened his Subspace and inspected his haul. The four Ratchers he’d captured initially, plus the two he’d just added. Six in total.
But Grerion’s minimum requirement was at least nine.
‘I need to find one more burrow.’
He had about an hour left.
Simon laid down the fresh Ratcher corpse from his Subspace and pulled out the Dissection Knife Set he’d bought in Rochester.
Then, just as Grerion had shown him, he began working quickly.
‘One of the most crucial traits of a Ratcher Ghoul.’
Its exceptional sense of smell.
A Ratcher Ghoul gained such powerful detection that it could locate objects buried in sand or soil with perfect accuracy.
Searching this vast area manually would be gambling. Simon decided to create a Ghoul here on the spot.
He removed the organs, sprayed the muscle relaxant, quickly aligned the muscle and bone structure.
It was all fresh in his memory from today’s lessons. His gestures and handling were still clumsy, but he could follow through.
‘Is this enough?’
Finally, he carved a summoning Magic Circle into the Ghoul’s skull. After connecting the skull to the body, Simon stepped back, took a deep breath, and activated Dark Magic.
<Summon Ghoul>
Click!
In that instant, the dead monster’s head snapped up.
Dark Element streamed from the Magic Circle through the Ghoul’s entire form, and it began to move with creaking, crackling motions powered by the Dark Magic.
It thrashed like a fish thrown onto land, then suddenly arched its back and found balance on all fours.
“Done!”
His first Ghoul summoning had succeeded.
As Simon reveled in his success, the Ghoul’s eyes fixing on him looked anything but friendly. It bared its teeth and lunged.
All Undead, the moment they are created, experience a surge of their nature as the deceased before becoming fully enslaved to their Necromancer. It was like the wild instinct of an untamed animal that attacks before being broken in.
Some bite their masters, others attack nearby living things—in the Ghoul’s case, it was the latter.
The finished Ghoul charged at Simon with its maw wide open.
Thud!
Simon, treading on the Dark Element itself, was faster. In one fluid motion, he seized the Ghoul’s head.
Crash!
He slammed it into the ground.
The Ghoul thrashed and struggled against Simon’s grip, snarling and trying to wrench free. Simon’s eyes blazed.
[Stop.]
As Simon’s Absolute Command took hold, the Ghoul’s wild convulsions ceased and its body went limp.
In life, Ratchers are pack animals that defer to the strong.
That nature remained.
Only when he was certain he had complete control did Simon release it and step back.
“Get up.”
At Simon’s command, the Ghoul scrambled to its feet. Standing on all fours and panting heavily, it looked just like a dog.
“Good.”
When Simon extended his hand, the Ghoul whimpered and nuzzled his palm eagerly—unmistakably canine.
“I’m sorry to work you so soon after summoning, but I need you to find something.”
The Ghoul howled at the sky like a wolf, then gestured for Simon to follow and bolted away.

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