Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 572

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 572
Serne felt it instinctively.
This man was also Simon Polentia.
Yet the aura surrounding him had transformed entirely. He bore no resemblance to the “young Simon” of old—that boy whose eyes had gleamed with insatiable curiosity, whose spirit burned with innocent passion.
His gaze held the weight of sorrow, pain, hatred, and rage—as if he had transcended the boundaries of human experience itself.
And there emanated from him a kind of solid, unshakeable composure that the Simon of before had never possessed.
His hair had darkened slightly, and the faint beard he’d grown was disarmingly attractive—his smile carried a subtle, roguish charm that made him look every bit a man.
-Long time, Serne.
With that, he casually ran a hand the size of a pot lid over Serne’s head.
-Serne in a school uniform, still in your teens? Ha! I’ve missed this.
“?!”
Since coming of age, no one had ever dared treat Serne like a child, so she stood momentarily stunned.
-Pier wanted to greet you too, but he seems busy guarding Simon. And you must be the Time Ghost, correct? Pleased to meet you.
[Hehehehe! Quite the spectacle.]
The “future Simon” exchanged pleasantries with those around him, then glanced downward.
-Something loud is coming up from below.
At those words, Serne snapped to attention.
“The Ivory Tower Master is coming! And Simon is in this state…!”
-Don’t worry.
Future Simon tapped the hilt of the Sword of Ruin lightly as he spoke.
-I’ll handle it.
With a single gesture, the structure of the tower transformed.
The tower’s floor became transparent like glass, revealing the distant floors below in perfect clarity. And there—around the seventieth level, tearing through the ceiling as he ascended—was the Ivory Tower Master, Bermud.
[Serne!!]
His voice reached them even here, thick with rage. Future Simon traced his jaw with practiced elegance, humming thoughtfully.
Despite one of the continent’s foremost warriors ascending toward them, this man showed not the slightest hint of anxiety or tension.
-Normally, I’d erase something like that with a flick of my finger.
His hand, scarred and callused, rose forward.
-But right now, all I have to work with is the power of my younger self.
Future Simon placed his hand on young Simon’s shoulder.
-I’ll borrow some of your strength.
Black power and white power unfurled to either side of young Simon. Future Simon seized both without hesitation and merged them together.
‘What… what just happened?’
Witnessing the supernatural act before her, Serne’s eyes widened in shock.
-Chaos is merely the first stumbling step before wielding the Void.
Future Simon spoke with a spinning smile, as the two opposing forces intertwined, radiating brilliant luminescence.
-I’m teaching order to chaos. When darkness and holiness, pure and unalloyed by any other element, embrace and accept each other completely, they fuse.
The world trembled, and from the union of two contradictory forces was born a black-blue pearl.
-A miracle is born.
It resembled Simon’s darkness so perfectly that it twisted the very space around it into a grotesque distortion.
Thwip.
Future Simon held the dark-blue pearl in his palm and gazed downward with a wicked grin. In that moment of pure laughter, he looked exactly like young Simon.
ROOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRR!
Eighty-fifth level.
Ninetieth level.
Ninety-fifth level.
Wreathed in lava and accelerating, the Ivory Tower Master’s momentum seemed unstoppable. He incinerated every floor in his path, charging upward.
“Hngh!”
Serne threw her arms over her head. It was as if the sun itself were bearing down upon her. The heat melted the walls, and she couldn’t open her eyes.
Yet.
-How determined.
Future Simon flicked his finger.
─────────────!
A black line was drawn through space.
The black line seized the sun’s core and, at a speed hundreds of times greater than his ascent, drove it downward.
CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-BOOM!
Ninetieth level.
Eightieth level.
Seventieth level.
Sixtieth level.
The 50th floor.
Debris and rubble scattered wildly through the air.
The Ivory Tower Master tore through the ceiling of the entire tower, drilling hole after hole beside the one he’d already punched through, plummeting all the while.
The 40th floor.
The 30th floor.
The 20th floor.
The 10th floor.
And then.
Boom――――――!
At last, down to the first floor.
Only after piercing through the ground and burrowing into the Basement did the force finally dissipate, and a thick cloud of dirt erupted upward, blanketing the surface.
-Well.
The future Simon lowered his hand, having casually driven the continent’s strongest into the earth.
-An exit worthy of the Ivory Tower Master’s name. Quite the spectacle.
Thud.
Serne’s legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed where she stood.
It was overwhelming.
She couldn’t breathe.
Her entire body trembled with a current she couldn’t suppress, leaving her unable to move. All she could do was lock her eyes on the blue-haired man who stood below, utterly composed.
‘My judgment.’
Serne’s arms shook.
‘I was right.’
The future continent would be remade in Simon Polentia’s image.
That future he’d just shown her—it proved her decision absolutely correct.
She couldn’t gather her thoughts.
She felt herself being drawn in.
By him.
By his power.
-The nature of Void—I’ve controlled it. Pure physical force.
The future Simon spoke lightly, brushing dust from his hands. Even that small habit was identical to the Simon she knew.
-If this is the Tower of Time, we’re roughly a year after Silaji of the Blood Heaven Cult died, yes? Even if someone investigates from the outside, it’ll look different from when she was actually killed.
Saying this, Simon looked at Serne and winked.
-You’ll handle the cleanup later, won’t you? Little Serne.
“……Yes, of course.”
She nodded, her cheeks flushed. Her heart suddenly pounded as if something had broken inside her.
-Now, then. We need to address this problem.
The ‘future Simon’ lowered his gaze to the ‘young Simon’ still rampaging below. He and Pier were managing to contain it somehow, but if left unchecked, the rampage would only worsen.
-We need one more player.
The future Simon placed his hand back on the hilt of the Sword of Ruin.
The entire tower trembled at his command, and someone was suddenly ejected from the wall of the 100th floor.
It was none other than Merida.
“…….”
Her expression was somewhat sullen. She’d managed to shake off the guards and had only just reached the first floor when the wall suddenly swallowed her up and carried her back to the 100th.
“?”
Merida tilted her head, only now taking in her surroundings.
There was Simon in some strange state, a man who looked identical to him standing nearby, a floating phantom drifting about, and finally—the renowned Serne Aindarc herself.
-To stop Simon’s rampage, we need all of your strength.
The future Simon spoke, addressing them both.
-You’ll cooperate, won’t you?

* * *
The operation began at once.
Merida cast Phantasus Original Sleep on Simon and maintained it at 5 Stacks maximum. Serne attached feathers to him so thoroughly that his back resembled a porcupine’s.
“Ready.”
Serne announced.
“So am I.”
Merida said.
Both girls closed their eyes, positioned on either side of Simon. The future Simon commanded the operation.
-When I give the signal, Merida raises the intensity of Sleep all at once, and Serne—strip Simon’s consciousness away.
The future Simon swept his hand through the air.
-Begin.
Shaaaaaaaaaa!
At that signal.
Simon, who had been rampaging through the labyrinth of time with no sense of direction, plummeted into absolute darkness.
“……?”
Simon looked around.
It was a void—a space where nothing could be felt.
-Hello.
Before him, “Future Simon” materialized as a figure of light.
Simon’s eyes widened at the sight.
“You, you don’t mean……!”
-That’s right.
Future Simon smiled gently.
-It’s what you’ll become.
“How is this even possible?”
-Think of it as an abnormal phenomenon opened up momentarily by the power of time.
Simon’s eyes gleamed as he circled around his future self, then folded his arms and nodded approvingly.
“That’s cool. Will I be able to become like you someday?”
-No.
Future Simon laughed playfully.
-You’ll be even more perfect than me. You’ll become a far greater version of your future self.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
-Neither do I.
The two laughed together in the darkness, their giggles echoing softly.
Then young Simon suddenly lifted his head, as if remembering something urgent.
“Wait, I have so many questions for you! About the Covenant! About Magnus! About White too……! And I’m curious whether I can really master that dragon I saw, and about this midterm exam……!”
-I’m sorry.
Future Simon shook his head.
-I can’t tell you.
“Huh? Why?”
-The only reason we can exist like this now is because Future Simon and Present Simon are clearly separated. The moment I speak of something from my future and influence yours, I’ll disappear, and your life will be riddled with paradoxes and errors.
As Future Simon spoke, he smiled at the sight of Neftis’s Necklace hanging around young Simon’s neck. The necklace’s power was holding back time’s encroachment on Simon.
-There are other reasons too.
“Ah, I see. I understand.”
-Remember just one thing.
Future Simon gestured, and the hilt of the Sword of Ruin appeared in empty air.
-No matter what ending awaits you in the future. No matter what despair, confusion, and hatred try to taint you.
Future Simon took young Simon’s hand and made him grasp the hilt.
-Believe in yourself without wavering.
“…….”
Simon nodded slowly.
“It was good to meet you. Future me.”
Future Simon laughed.
-It was good for me too.

* * *
Moments later.
Simon’s eyes snapped open.
“Ah……!”
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Crash, crash, crash!
The Tower of Time was collapsing.
What Simon had done last with Future Simon was destroy the Dungeon using the authority of the Dungeon Master.
The Tower of Time was now a Dungeon completely under the Dungeon Master’s control. Already weakened by the battle between Future Simon and the Master of the Ivory Tower, the dungeon had begun to crumble the moment the destruction order was issued.
“The Time Ghost—where is he?”
Simon quickly turned to look behind him. The Time Ghost’s form was already fading away.
“Ah……!”
[Hehehehe! Don’t make that face!]
The Time Ghost spoke with a laugh.
[I simply bet on the side with more possibilities. I have no regrets now.]
“I’m sorry. If only my strength had been greater…….”
[Once a frozen clock goes berserk, no one can control it.]
Crackle—!
His body faded slowly away.
[Still, I’m grateful. I did everything I could. No regrets in this life.]
The Time Ghost cried out as though finally at peace, then vanished entirely. Simon closed his eyes for a moment and offered a silent prayer for his soul.
“You have time for that?”
A hand suddenly seized his wrist and wrenched him sideways. Simon stumbled, and the floor beneath where he’d stood crumbled away.
“Serne……!”
She grinned and spoke.
“We’re about to fall from the hundredth floor.”
Simon looked up. The ceiling and walls of the hundredth floor had collapsed, leaving only the floor—which now opened to the sky, where dawn’s first light was breaking through the gaping holes above.
“I’ve burned through my Dark Element—can’t move.”
Merida opened a pocket dimension and rummaged out a blanket.
“If I must choose when to die, I’d rather do it in my sleep.”
“What are you doing! Merida!”
She spread the blanket across the floor, arranged a pillow, and lay down.
“If I die, I die. If I live, I live.”
Crash—!!
The pillars supporting the hundredth floor collapsed inward, and the ground split open. Simon, Serne, and Merida all plummeted downward at once.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Below them, countless boulders tumbled through the air. Far below, the distant ground rang with the thunder of the collapsing structure.
“Heh, treasure this moment, Simon.”
Serne stretched her legs out leisurely as she fell through the air.
“Falling from the peak of a hundred-story tower—not everyone gets an experience like that.”
“How can I enjoy it when I’m about to die!”
Simon laughed at the absurdity of his own shout. Serne covered her mouth and laughed too, while Merida buried her face in the pillow and giggled.
“Hah.”
Simon laughed too, surrendering to the moment, and gazed at the rising sun.
Night retreated, and at last, bright day arrived.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The feathers Serne had attached glowed and slowed their descent. The three of them drifted gently through the air, watching the dawn unfold together.
“Merida!”
Simon called out as they fell. She turned her head.
“Future me told me something!”
Future Simon couldn’t alter what was to come, but within the bounds of unchanging fate, he could offer hints to others.
“What?”
Merida sounded indifferent. Simon shouted over the wind.
“Phantasus gets married in the future!”
“??!!”
Merida’s mouth fell open, her head snapping up.
“That’s impossible! I don’t want that!”
Matters of the heart weren’t something she could reject by sheer will alone. Simon continued, laughing.
“He also said—the more you cling to Phantasus, the more he’ll keep his distance to protect you!”
“…….”
“So live your own life, Merida!”
Simon turned his head to look at Serne.
“Serne!”
“Is it my turn now? What did he say about me?”
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“If you want to find your roots, go seek someone named Gahwen in the Sacred Federation!”
“…….”
At the word “roots,” Serne’s pupils trembled for an instant. She closed her eyes, then let out a soft laugh.
“An interesting suggestion, but roots don’t matter much anymore. More importantly, Simon.”
“Hmm?”
From the collapsing tower’s peak, Serne’s amber hair whipped freely in the wind.
“What if you grew a beard?”
Simon chuckled at the question.
“Never. Not even if it kills me.”
The sun broke fully over the horizon, and the world transformed into a complete, luminous blue.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————