Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 560

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 560
He’d managed to escape, one way or another.
It had been grueling, but experiencing the Tower of Time had possessed a strange allure to it.
He’d witnessed with his own eyes the historical moment when the Communication Crystal Orb was created, and it felt as though he’d shared that instant.
If an expert or scholar in that field had come and witnessed such a historic moment, he imagined they would weep with overwhelming joy.
Beyond that, the Tower of Time had been filled with various scenes of history manifesting as “anomalies.” Now Simon finally understood why, even with dangerous murderers like Girdon present, the invited guests had risked danger to enter.
“Merida. This way.”
She followed along drowsily, swaying with each step, yet somehow managing to keep up.
It seemed the saying was true—people could understand words even while falling asleep.
It wasn’t long after that.
‘Found it.’
He’d spotted their target.
One section of the tower’s wall gleamed like black paint, shimmering like a starless night sky. From a distance, it looked as if a hole had been punched straight through the tower.
And near the center of that night sky.
Something that pulsed like a living heart—a crimson mass of flesh.
That tumor-like growth protruding from the tower was called a “Core,” and destroying it would cut off the stream of monsters flowing from the dungeon. The Ivory Tower called this work “cleaning.”
“Merida, ready?”
Simon drew an axe from his subspace storage and gripped it in his hand.
This axe, shimmering with a bluish light, was an artifact capable of destroying the Core. The Ivory Tower had provided it.
“Yes.”
Merida now had her eyes properly open, her dark aura already rising around her.
They’d divided their roles.
Simon would handle destroying the Core with the artifact axe, while Merida would hold back the surge of dungeon monsters.
Once he started attacking the Core, every dungeon monster in the vicinity would likely come rushing toward them.
“Here goes.”
Simon drew the axe back over his head, tilted his body into position, then surged forward in a single motion and brought the blade down with all his strength against the Core.
Crack!
It was harder than he’d expected.
The outer shell of the Core had split, but the blade hadn’t penetrated deep.
Simon lifted the axe again.
Screee-screee-screee-screee-screee!
Screee-screee-screee-screee!
The dungeon monsters were converging on their location. Simon’s expression twisted as he glanced to the side.
“……What the hell are those?”
Fundamentally, monsters bore appearances familiar enough, shaped by the continent’s fauna and flora.
But these were different.
Six sharp legs. No face, no discernible features, yet what looked like a violet sphere was embedded directly in the center of its body.
It wasn’t a monster—it was like looking upon an alien life form that had no place in this world.
‘So this is what the Tower of Time’s monsters look like.’
“Keep hitting it, Simon.”
Merida raised her arms. The magic circles prepared above her head unfurled, unleashing curses like artillery fire.
The sight of multicolored curse volleys pouring down was magnificent to behold. The monsters struck by the curses visibly staggered.
“Huh?”
Merida blinked.
The Tower of Time monsters had only staggered once before advancing unaffected.
“The curses aren’t working.”
She sounded panicked. Simon kept hammering the Core with his axe and shouted back.
“Curse resistance?”
“No, the effects are applying. They just… seem able to move fine even after being cursed.”
Exhaustion Curse – Exhausts, Nausea Curse – Sickness, Blindness Curse – Blind, Petrification Curse – Petralize, and more.
Curses that normally worked on any monster proved ineffective against these alien-like creatures.
Whoosh!
A monster dove at Simon’s head as he attacked the Core. Dodging to the side, he drove his shoulder hard into it and sent it flying.
“What if you use curses that apply directly to objects? Like what you showed against Girdon?”
“……It’s not as simple as it sounds.”
Curses were generally techniques designed for combat against living beings—humans or monsters.
There were curses that applied directly to objects, of course, but their efficiency suffered greatly. The effects and duration were severely compromised, and above all, they consumed an enormous amount of dark energy.
Merida cast what looked like a gravity-related curse, and a few of the alien monsters floated into the air, but it barely slowed them down.
There were simply too many of them.
“Then we swap roles!”
Crack!
Simon drove his fist, wrapped in shadow aura, into the cylinder embedded in the monster’s midsection.
With a wet thud, blue blood gushed out in torrents. The smell hit like vinegar mixed with oil.
“I’ll hold off the monsters. Merida, you destroy the core with the axe!”
“I’m not good at combat magic.”
She planted her hands on her hips without hesitation.
“I dropped out after the first semester.”
‘Is she bragging about that?’
Ranked fourth overall, yet she had oddly glaring weak points.
Her brother Phantasus, by contrast, was such a physical fighter that he could flatten everything with combat magic alone.
Screee-screee-screee!
Now the monsters were pouring in not just from their original direction, but from the opposite side as well. If Simon didn’t whittle down their numbers fast, this would turn dangerous.
Hrgh!
Crack!
Even in this chaos, Simon’s combat magic was masterful. He crushed a monster’s face beneath his sole, launched into the air, and kicked away two more that had been diving at Merida, sending them flying.
The moment they slammed into the wall, they burst with a wet sound, and blue blood sprayed everywhere.
Simon landed and immediately opened a subspace.
“Come forth! Skeleton Knight!”
Simon had chosen the Skeleton Knight.
The moment it emerged from the subspace, it spun wildly.
“No, no! That’s not what I wanted! Stop!”
At Simon’s command, the Skeleton Knight halted. Its stillness only made it seem more awkward, and it creaked with discontent, broadcasting its displeasure to Simon through their bond.
“Pick up the axe on the ground!”
The Skeleton Knight seized the axe.
“Destroy the red thing!”
The Skeleton Knight swung the axe.
Crack!
It did manage to strike the core with a full swing, but then its torso spun around three times over.
At this point, it was suffering from a chronic rotation addiction.
‘What’s wrong with them today?’
Both his partner and his summon seemed off. Simon felt like crying as he fought on alone.
Merida’s spirit had flagged after encountering an enemy her curses couldn’t touch. Still, her fourth-place rank showed its worth—she pivoted toward Dark Reversal Magic, her next best skill, and began conjuring elemental magic.
“It won’t burn in fire, won’t soak in water.”
Like Phantasus before her, Merida created a wave of dark water magic and pushed the monsters back, speaking in frustration.
But as she pushed them back, even more monsters surged forward in waves.
“Merida! Have you tried Sleep?”
At Simon’s words, Merida scowled.
“You really think creatures that barely respond to the Seven-Curse Set and anti-gravity curses are going to fall asleep?”
Even as she spoke, she spread Sleep across her palm and pressed it lightly against a nearby monster’s body.
“—!”
And something remarkable happened.
The monster went rigid, as if time had stopped—or as if its power had been cut.
“Did it really…sleep?”
Simon kicked the monster as he called out.
“No, I don’t think it’s actually sleeping!”
Ordinary Sleep employs the Sleep Rune, which directly puts living beings to rest, but the Sleep used by Phantasus, Merida, and Simon employs the Pacification Rune.
These monsters had considerable resistance to external changes, but Phantasus’s Sleep—not a hostile alteration—seemed to register in the monster’s system as a command other than attack.
If Simon had to guess, they entered a sort of dormant state. Or perhaps a command-standby mode.
“Excellent.”
Now Merida moved like a fish in water, darting about. Each place she passed, her palms made soft contact sounds—tap, tap—and the monsters froze in place.
As the front line of monsters stopped, a traffic jam formed in the crush of creatures pressing forward from behind.
“You’re doing great!”
There was indeed a reason Merida had been dispatched to this tower.
Simon covered the flank, weaving combat magic and Sleep together. With a night-sky wall at his back, the boy and girl swept across the battlefield, and with each stride, the monsters’ time ground to a halt.
“Hrah!”
Simon kicked off the ground and launched into the writhing mass of monsters, even as grey light rippled across his palms.
<Bahil Remake – Sleepers>
Shaaaaaaa—
As grey smoke spread outward, the surrounding monsters stopped in perfect unison.
Merida, who had been fighting hard just moments before, spun around in shock to look at Simon.
‘Wide-area Sleep with a Pacification Rune version? How’d you pull that off?’
Merida, who’d been caught off guard, refused to back down—she planted her feet and threw both arms up.
Whoooosh!
Long sheets of fabric billowed from her sleeves, winding around the monsters nearby and hoisting them into the air like laundry.
She immediately twisted her palms and triggered the curse.

Every monster tangled in the sheets went limp at once. They were all under the Sleep effect.
This time Simon found himself impressed.
‘So that’s how you adapt it. Curse specialization really is a different beast.’
Simon and Merida’s prowess shone as they fought—both of them studying each other’s Sleep applications with quick glances, never pausing their assault.
And the Skeleton Knight Simon had assigned to destroy the core
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
seemed to be finding its rhythm at last.
The knight spun its body like a top, axe locked in both hands, the blade striking the core and whirling away before circling back to strike again.
The core was shredded to tatters in seconds.
“Nice going!”
Though it did seem to have grown a bit obsessed with the spinning… but results were what mattered.
His partner and summoned creature had both awakened, and shortly after,
Crack!
the Skeleton Knight finally pounded the core to pieces with a flurry of axe strikes.
The moment it shattered, the alien monster’s body crumbled like biscuits, and the walls and floor that had turned into a night sky slowly reverted to their normal state.
“We did it!”
Simon rested his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, and laughed.
Merida wiped her hands and approached with an expressionless face.
“Good work.”
“You too.”
The moment their palms met in a high five,
Sway—
drowsiness washed over Simon and he staggered, nearly falling. He spun around.
“Merida!”
“Oh, sorry.”
Merida snapped her fingers.
“It’s become a habit.”

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The first “cleaning” had been grueling, but from the second onward, they’d found the rhythm and worked quickly.
Simon and Merida swept the entire 50th Floor and successfully destroyed their assigned quota of two cores.
The 50th Floor was now clean. Not a single core remained visible.
Once their work was done, both of them returned to the Lodging, their safe zone. The moment Merida opened the door, she bolted straight for the bed and dove onto it, then immediately curled up like a cat in a loaf pose and began nodding off.
“…Merida, you should shower first.”
Simon sighed and peeled off his School Uniform jacket.
“I’m going to shower first.”
In a flash, her School Uniform came flying off in pieces.
Simon flinched and quickly turned away. He caught sight of her stockings smacking against the wall with a thwack.
“You really should be more careful…”
She ignored the remark entirely, dashed into the bathroom, rinsed off quickly, and emerged in pajamas before settling comfortably into bed.
Sleep socks, a sleep cap, and a pillow clutched in her arms—she was thorough about it. You could sense how seriously she took her rest.
“Oh.”
She looked at Simon while lying down.
“I have sleep habits.”
Simon nodded. It wasn’t something she chose to do, and sleep habits were beyond anyone’s control.
“Snoring? Or teeth grinding?”
“No, more like… sleep talking.”
What else would it be? Simon smiled and waved his hand dismissively.
“Got it. Go ahead and sleep.”
He wanted to change clothes.
Merida nodded, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes.
And fell asleep in seconds.
“Slept all day and still going strong.”
And so Simon,
She would pay dearly for underestimating Merida’s sleep habits.

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Simon had never actually seen Merida get a proper night’s sleep.
What she did on benches or in banquet halls—lying down and closing her eyes—wasn’t real sleep at all.
Most of the time, she existed in a state of constant dozing.
But when she finally lay down in bed at night and entered true, deep sleep—
Shhwoooooosh!
Shwooosh!
Her sleep habits became absolutely monstrous.
“Mm-nya, mm-nya. Phantasus, big brother…”
She clutched her pillow and rolled across the bed, thrashing her arms about while muttering something unintelligible.
Every time she did, curses shot out everywhere—slamming into the floor, exploding against the walls, turning the whole room into a battlefield.
‘Ugh…’
Simon irritably pulled the blanket up over his head, convinced he wouldn’t sleep another wink tonight.
‘Brother and sister both… what a pair.’
Both of them had terrible sleep habits.
True, compared to Phantasus—who reduced everything around him to scorched earth every time he slept—Merida’s was almost cute. But for Simon, who had to endure it, it was agony.
‘Well, there was work to do anyway.’
Three hours after falling asleep, Simon got up, scratching his disheveled hair.
After firing off a few curses, Merida had finally settled into a prone position and started snoring. Simon pulled her blanket up properly, checked several times to make sure she was sleeping soundly, and then slipped out.
‘Let’s get moving before dawn.’
Simon’s real mission was just beginning.

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