Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 571

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 571
On the wall of the Ivory Tower’s 10th Floor, a massive Magic Circle was inscribed.
—The most mysterious magical formula in human history.
—A legendary enigma of the magical world that remains unsolved even after a thousand years.
The true nature of this marvel, praised by connoisseurs, was Transfer Magic—a Magical Era technique that moved the entire hundred-story tower to any desired location.
Three hundred years ago, the Gate Incident had damaged this Magic Circle as well, but restoring it had been the Ivory Tower’s long-cherished goal. After investing countless hours and resources, they had finally succeeded in its restoration.
“Heat transfer readings are normal!”
“Make sure the purification solution was added in sufficient quantity!”
On the 10th Floor of the Time Tower stood the Transfer Magic Restoration Center. Scholars from the Ivory Tower hurried about frenetically, adjusting the Magic Circle’s parameters to prepare for optimal transfer.
Among them was one man.
“This is the Transfer Magic Restoration Center! This is the Transfer Magic Restoration Center! Please respond!”
A man held a Communication Crystal, desperately attempting contact. He shook his head in resignation.
“Director, we’ve lost contact with the Tower Master. Could he have gone outside the tower…?”
The center’s director’s expression hardened.
“Impossible. He was definitely on the 100th Floor.”
“Since the Time Tower’s Barrier blocks external communication, that’s the only conclusion… I’ll keep trying!”
The director let out a troubled groan.
‘What in the world is happening in the tower right now?’
Buzz! Buzz!
Just then, a new Communication Crystal rang. The scholar who had been attempting to reach the Ivory Tower Master Bermud quickly picked up the new device.
Crackle!
—This is Serne Eindarc. Respond.
Not only the scholar who received the call, but all the surrounding scholars tensed visibly.
It was a transmission from Serne, the Ivory Tower Master’s daughter and his notorious official Successor.
“Y-yes, what an honor, Miss Serne! This is the Transfer Magic Restoration Center!”
—My father’s orders. Proceed with the plan and transfer the Time Tower to Rocksum in Kizen as scheduled.
The scholar who received the call gestured to those behind him, and his colleagues hastily scrambled back to their stations. He bowed repeatedly as he answered.
“Yes, I will obey the command!”
……
The center director, listening from a distance,’s eyes sharpened.
Why was the order coming from the daughter rather than the Ivory Tower Master himself?
And more than anything.
How.
‘Serne is still alive?’
The scholars here knew only fragments of the truth, scattered and incomplete. Most simply obeyed orders.
But the center director was a loyal subordinate personally placed by the Ivory Tower Master. He understood the full situation. He knew that while the original plan had been to sacrifice Merin, Serne herself had willingly disengaged the Absolute Sealing.
—One more thing.
Serne’s voice continued.
—How are the transfer coordinates currently set within Rocksum?
“They are set to the Kizen Campus.”
—Change the coordinate location. There is a region called the Forbidden Forest a short distance from the Campus. Alter the coordinate values to the central zone of the Forbidden Forest.
The scholar who received the call blinked in confusion, but for someone of his rank to question the decisions of his superiors would be presumptuous. He would simply follow orders; they would bear responsibility for the consequences.
“Understood…”
“Wait. I’ll take this.”
The director stepped forward and took the Communication Crystal himself.
“This is Hesion, former center director. Miss Serne.”
—Ah, it’s been a while. Hesion.
“Where is the Ivory Tower Master? Why are you issuing orders?”
—Girdon has been causing trouble, so Father left me in command while he went down briefly.
Her voice was composed beyond measure, but center director Hesion found himself growing even more suspicious.
Yet with so many people listening, he could hardly openly ask about the Frozen Clock, or how she was even alive.
“Miss, we’ve suddenly lost contact with the Ivory Tower Master.”
—He must be in combat. Girdon is no easy opponent.
“Our center follows only the Ivory Tower Master’s orders. When he returns, we will resume contact then…”
—My father’s lapdog, no less.
The director flinched.
Though only her voice came through the Communication Crystal, it carried an irresistible pressure.
—Just because Father has shown you a little favor, you lose all sense of proportion and dare bare your fangs? If I come down to the 10th Floor right now, let’s see if you’ll still have the nerve to lift your head and squawk.
The surrounding scholars signaled desperately to the director to back down.
Everyone in the Ivory Tower knew well Serne’s cruel disposition. Stories of those she marked disappearing without a trace, only to be found later as broken shells in squalid places like the Harlem District, were common.
“…Work is work, miss.”
The Center Director’s hands trembled as well, but something about the situation felt deeply wrong. He couldn’t afford to back down now.
—Center Director Hesion.
“Yes.”
—Come up to the 100th floor in person for a direct briefing. Use of the Magic Circle Elevator is forbidden. Crawl up the stairs on all fours like a dog.
“…!”
The Center Director’s face flushed crimson.
His subordinates around him looked away, uncertain, unwilling to be drawn into this kind of power struggle.
—That’s an order.
“…Understood.”
The Center Director set down the Communication Crystal and began to move.
—And the person who took the earlier call?
A scholar rushed forward in panic and picked up the Communication Crystal.
“Yes, yes! Please, go ahead!”
—I’m appointing you as interim Center Director. If the tower transfer succeeds, that position will be yours to keep.
His pupils dilated with greed.
A chance to join the Serne line—the most promising faction within the Ivory Tower itself—was not something he could afford to miss.
The scholar paid no attention to his senior crawling on all fours over there, and called out loudly.
“I’ll do my very best!”
—Prepare to begin the tower transfer immediately and stand by.
“Yes!”
True to form for a Necromancer specialized in the Mental Realm, she manipulated the organization and its people with perfect freedom, needing no instruments—just her tongue.
The Center moved at Serne’s direction.
“Output raised to maximum!”
“Purification Magic standing by!”
“We can move at any time!”
The scholar nodded and raised the Communication Crystal to report.
“This is the Transfer Magic Restoration Center! Miss Serne, just give the order and we—”
Roaaaaaaaaaam!
A sudden wave of crimson lava surged in, incinerating the scholar holding the Communication Crystal without a trace.
Whoooooosh!
The lava swiftly consumed the entire 10th floor, engulfing and obliterating every scholar with their hands on the Magic Circles. Those screaming and fleeing, those drawing their staffs—all were covered by lava and dissolved away.
“Ah, agh!”
Center Director Hesion spun around in horror.
In an instant, the entire 10th floor had become a sea of lava. From the lava that had climbed the walls, something like a serpent’s head darted its tongue in and out, scanning all around.
—Hesion.
The lava churned and bubbled, and from within it emerged a man.
The Tower Master of the Ivory Tower—Bermud.
“T-Tower Master!”
“The plan has fallen apart.”
Bermud opened his mouth.
“Simon Polentia, the Student Council President of Kizen, has taken control of the Frozen Clock.”
“Is that…truly the case?”
“From what I’ve just heard, it seems Serne cooperated with him. Serne is a traitor.”
His eyes, bubbling with molten rage, lifted toward the ceiling.
“…What will you do now?”
“There’s nothing to be done. The Frozen Clock is no simple power. If Simon Polentia has truly absorbed that strength, he won’t last long before he rampages.”
Bermud turned his head.
“When Simon Polentia rampages, follow the plan—leave the bomb-of-a-boy in the Time Tower and dump him at Rocksum. When I give the command, you activate the Transfer Magic to the original coordinates and escape.”
He tossed a new Communication Crystal. The Center Director caught it and nodded.
“But if Simon Polentia doesn’t rampage, or if Serne kills him before that happens—”
Bermud’s eyes turned glacial as he spoke.
“I will eliminate everyone connected to this incident. The guests, of course, along with the small ones from Kizen and the Ivory Tower children, the guards and scholars working in the Time Tower—all of them.”
“Then…”
The Center Director trembled as he spoke.
“What of Miss Serne…?”
Bermud smiled with chilling menace.
“No matter how things turn out, I will tear Serne’s heart from her body with these hands and chew it to pieces.”
Whooooooom!
His entire form ignited like lava and shot skyward, smashing through the ceiling in an instant. He burst through to the 11th floor, then the 12th, 13th, and 14th, continuing to shatter ceilings as he ascended.
‘……Truly formidable.’
In the Ivory Tower Master’s wake, a colossal tower of molten lava was rising.

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100th Floor.
All that came through Serne’s Communication Crystal was the churning roar of lava. Soon the other end of the device shattered, and the connection dissolved into static.
“What a shame.”
Serne clicked his tongue.
“A moment longer and we’d have succeeded.”
“The Ivory Tower Master arrived faster than we anticipated. There’s nothing to be done for it.”
Simon, gripping the hilt of the Sword of Ruin planted in the floor, spoke without turning.
“I’ve at least locked down the spiral staircase throughout the tower. That should buy us some time…….”
Serne shook his head slowly.
“Someone like that would just punch through the ceiling.”
While the two of them talked, the Ghost of Time stood silent, his face grave and thoughtful.
Simon glanced back at him.
“By the way, how is it? Can you see the tower’s future now?”
[Hmm? Ah, yes. The darkness seems to be lifting, bit by bit.]
“Thank goodness.”
[But tell me—you’re channeling the Frozen Clock’s power. Are you certain there’s no strain on your body?]
Simon shrugged.
“A bit of dizziness and nausea, but nothing else to speak of. It’s much the same as when I used this technique before.”
[……Hmm. Well, that’s a relief, at least.]
Simon rose to his feet, still gripping the greatsword’s hilt.
“I’ll manipulate the Dungeon and stall however I can. Serne, use this time to recover as much as you’re able.”
Serne shrugged.
“I’ll do my best.”
Surviving the unlocking of Absolute Sealing itself was a miracle; without Serne’s support, he couldn’t hold out long.
“First I’ll try to block with Dungeon control. If that fails, I’ll summon the Legion even if it costs…….”
Ping—
Simon’s vision suddenly flipped upside down. The world scattered into three fragments, and he lurched to the ground, retching.
“Simon?”
[……I thought as much. Wielding such tremendous power cannot come without consequence.]
The Ghost of Time stepped forward quickly. Simon dropped to one knee.
[Let go of that sword at once! Controlling the Dungeon isn’t the problem now!]
“I, I can’t……!”
Simon’s eyes went wide as he gasped for breath.
“My hand won’t come free! It’s like my hand is fused to the blade……!”
Keeeeeeeeing!
A string of golden rings bloomed across the Sword of Ruin. The greatsword crackled, showering golden sparks.
“Simon?”
“Don’t come near!”
Simon’s voice shattered the air.
He strained with everything he had to wrest his hand free, but the golden rings extended from the blade to his wrist, binding him like manacles. Then the rings spread to his head, chest, and limbs.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick!
The sound of clockwork echoed from Simon’s entire body.
“Ugh, aaaaaaaagh!”
Simon screamed in agony, thrashing violently. Between his wildly swinging bangs, both pupils transformed into clock faces, their hands ticking rhythmically.
[The Frozen Clock! It’s running wild inside the blade and affecting Simon!]
The Ghost of Time cried out.
Pier moved instantly.
[Boy! Can you hear me? Use Mental Communication! Let me share the burden!]
Pier reached out through Mental Communication to support Simon, but the Frozen Clock’s rampage was too severe even for a Legion Commander’s iron will to endure.
“Ghhhh!”
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
The entire 100th Floor began to shake. Debris tumbled from the ceiling, and cracks spiderwebbed across the ground.
[There’s no choice! Destroy this tower now using Dungeon Master Authority!]
The Ghost of Time commanded. Simon, enduring the agony, looked toward him.
“But if we destroy this tower……!”
[There’s no choice! As things stand, we’ll all die—myself included!]
“Simon!”
A low grunt escaped him.
Simon clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick!
He couldn’t muster any strength at all.
Destroying the Dungeon wasn’t even the problem—maintaining his sanity was the real struggle.
Crackle!
Snap!
Simon’s body began to tint gray as if caught in some unnatural phenomenon. With each agonized movement he made, afterimages multiplied wildly across his form.
“Ah!”
Serne’s eyes widened.
The afterimages grew larger and more severe, until Simon’s body began to split into multiple fragments.
The cry of an infant rang out. She saw Simon as a small child, as a simple village boy digging in the earth, as his younger self during his first year at Kizen, and even as an older version of himself.
“Simon’s time is…!”
This was dangerous. Serne stopped her recovery work and plucked a feather, desperate to try anything.
-Wait.
“!”
A third voice froze Serne’s movements.
Crack!
Zzzzt!
Violet magical circles rose from all directions, seizing control of Simon’s condition. His rampaging state stabilized as if by magic.
The images of newborn Simon, the village boy Simon, and the others gradually faded until only one remained—Simon’s true form. And beside him stood a tall man.
-This is the Time Tower, isn’t it? I thought as much.
Serne’s eyes went wide.
The face was unfamiliar yet somehow familiar.
He looked almost identical to Simon, but the presence he gave off was completely different. And this power—its nature was impossible to discern.
‘…This man.’
It wasn’t just strength. Shivers ran through her entire body, and her skin prickled with goosebumps.
Serne spoke in an uncharacteristically halting voice, a bit dazed.
“Who… are you?”
-Ah.
The handsome man with sharp-cut blue hair looked at Serne and his eyes widened in surprise, then softened into a gentle smile.
-Long time no see, Serne.

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