Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 574

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius 574
The confrontation between Bermud and Phantasus.
It was as though one were witnessing the very moment of the world’s annihilation.
Blue and crimson energies collided haphazardly, tangling and interweaving, while lightning descended from the heavens and hail poured down—keeping pace with the battle’s progression was itself a challenge.
As time wore on, the combat grew increasingly ferocious, and the scope of the battlefield expanded. Before long, not only the Clock Tower Ruins but the city itself lay inundated beneath water.
Nearby buildings on the first floor were submerged, their remains drifting alongside park benches and shattered lampposts.
Bermud’s lava cooled in the water, settling to the bottom or rising into hillocks, sometimes transforming into islands altogether.
What was remarkable about Phantasus amid all this chaos was that, even while waging this madness of a battle—
‘He was saving every person.’
The guards stationed at the Clock Tower, the scholars, the distinguished guests—all of them.
These were people who should have drowned entirely as the water rose.
Yet Phantasus, even while confronting the Master of the Ivory Tower, was employing Water Current Magic to transport over a thousand people to safety. Around him, one could see the unconscious rescued, cradled upon waves.
“Here I am, the Master of the Ivory Tower himself, burning my life as I fight, and you claim to have the leisure to save people!”
Bermud gestured, and lava poured from the magic circle like a furnace.
“That is my will.”
Phantasus swept his arm, raising a tidal wave in response to block it.
“I did not come here to fight. I came to save these people.”
“If that is your ego as a Necromancer, I can only respect it—for such conviction is the foundation of your strength. Of course—”
Bermud made a motion as though drawing his palm upward.
“I hope you’ll forgive me for using that very quality against you.”
Rumble!
Boom!
Lightning erupted across the flooded ruins. Volcanic debris cascaded indiscriminately in its wake, and Phantasus had to devote even greater attention to controlling those he’d lifted upon the waves.
The head of the Ivory Tower attempting to slaughter his own people, while one of Kizen descent fought desperately to save them—an ironic reversal.
The battle between these two masters raged ever more intensely.
Whoosh!
Phantasus closed the distance.
Riding a wave at five hundred kilometers per hour, he appeared instantly behind Bermud, brushing past the man’s back.

In that fraction of a moment, it seemed as though he had merely swept past, yet in that instant Phantasus had touched Bermud three times, stacking three Sleep effects.
‘I’ve done it!’
Some distance away, Simon clenched his fists as he watched.
‘Three stacks from Phantasus at full power—no human could withstand that.’
And yet.
Bermud’s face remained serene as a smile played at his lips.
“Excellent. Your specialty—you were listed as the top recruitment candidate among last year’s Kizen graduates—I’ve received detailed reports on it myself.”
Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle!
Lava flowed from Bermud’s body, coating him anew from head to toe.
“Even among Necromancers, elemental compatibility exists. Your Sleep magic, I’m afraid, has poor compatibility with me.”
……
Phantasus’s expression, standing upon the water, grew slightly clouded.
“Surely not.”
“Why do you think I, versed in ten thousand magics, make lava magic my primary weapon?”
Bubble-bubble-bubble!
Lava thousands of degrees in temperature flowed down from his shoulders, cascading across his entire body.
“My body is shielded from the lava I emit, yet I maintain pain sensation. Right now, every cell of my body burns beneath thousands of degrees of heat, the agony is exquisite.”
He gestured, and behind him, volcanoes of unprecedented scale rose from the earth.
“My ego is pain itself. The more I suffer, the stronger I become.”
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
In an instant, the sky was swallowed by thick clouds, and through them came pouring down colossal chunks of volcanic debris like rain.
A display of power rivaling the ancient Meteor spell itself. Phantasus hastily conjured a tsunami to block it.
“Your Sleep, strictly speaking, resembles a curse rather than a true compulsion. You don’t forcibly render someone unconscious—rather, your mechanism is to make them purely, naturally drowsy. Therefore, I, drowning in infinite agony, am—”
Bermud raised both arms. In the distance, countless ethereal magic circles unfurled across the sky.
“Beyond the reach of mere drowsiness.”
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
This time, it was Dark Element lightning magic.
Phantasus deployed defensive magic circles in succession and moved, but while evading the falling volcanic shards, the pursuing lightning struck him repeatedly, and he plunged into the water below.
“Senior Phantasus!”
Simon cried out. But lightning struck the ground where Simon stood as well, and he quickly stepped upon Dark Element and leaped skyward.
“Hmph, the senior is quite pathetic too, isn’t he?”
Serne, straddling a branch on the opposite side, spoke bluntly.
“Can’t even finish off a dying father properly.”
“He’s the Ivory Tower Master! And the elemental compatibility’s terrible, so what can he do?”
A Curse Magic specialist forced to fight with Sleep sealed away—an absurd situation.
And beyond that.
‘The wound my future self inflicted.’
Bermud’s abdomen was still hollowed out.
Yet he refused to heal it, instead maintaining the wound through magic—to alchemize that pain into strength.
Though Phantasus’s Sleep could pierce Curse resistance and wouldn’t yield to Cancellation, against a Bermud fortified by agony, its efficacy was severely blunted.
“Hahahaha! Have no fear, junior! And Serne, my junior!”
Splash!
Phantasus surfaced through the water entirely unharmed.
“I’ll admit, I was caught off guard by a Necromancer with such a mechanism! But I still have a secret weapon! Hmm!”
“A secret weapon, you say?”
“Indeed!”
Phantasus turned, grinning wickedly.
“Why, it’s you two!”
With that, Phantasus bent his knees and launched forward, sending up a mountain of spray.
“Ugh, this is exhausting.”
Serne rose to his feet with a whine.
“Having a useless senior really makes this hard on everyone.”
“Don’t say that.”
Simon smiled faintly, hoisting the Sword of Ruin upright. His strength had recovered enough to swing the blade a few more times.
“An opening will come soon. Don’t miss it.”

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Roooaaar!
The battle between Bermud and Phantasus unfolded with no time to breathe.
Phantasus rode the waves at high speed, hurling curses, but Bermud intercepted them with Cancellation chained to his other magic, driving Phantasus into a corner with Four Elements Magic of vast range.
“Stalling for time won’t make me self-destruct,” Bermud said evenly.
Bermud spoke with perfect composure.
“Once the duration of that wretched Sleep you’ve bound me with expires….”
Boom!
The wave’s motion suddenly accelerated.
Two waves rose around Phantasus, surging at a velocity five times greater than before.
‘I fell for it!’
He’d had this acceleration available from the start; he’d only drawn out time to dull Bermud’s perception and create an opening.
Two waves pressed in from left and right.
Bermud judged that Phantasus was within one of them—he had to close distance, whether for Sleep or Magic Battle.
Bermud responded with perfect calm.
‘From the left.’
He extended his right arm and triggered the prepared Magic Circle. As the lava-patterned force shattered the wave—
Slice!
The wave split in half first.
The world itself split in two, and Bermud’s eyes flew wide open.
His right arm was flying high into the sky.
‘A Sword Strike?!’
Far in the distance, Simon stood panting, the Sword of Ruin still raised. The wave had been nothing but a distraction.
Roooaaar!
The remaining wave curved toward Bermud’s right side—now armless—and surged forward. Phantasus was riding within it.
‘A futile gesture.’
This time, Bermud drew with his left index finger.
Crack!
A Magic Circle bloomed across Bermud’s abdomen, launching an Ice Spear that pierced through Phantasus’s body.
Glitter-glitter-glitter!
Yet.
The moment Phantasus took the direct hit of ice, his body dissolved into pure white feathers.
“…!”

[I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve deceived you~]
Serne’s voice echoed from the scattering feathers.
[Father’s mistake about me dying on the 100th floor wasn’t an accident. I spent every day analyzing his cognitive patterns and sensing habits just to deceive him.]
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The real attack came from below.
Phantasus, who had submerged himself, was rising toward the water’s surface where Bermud floated.
[And by the way, all those times I smiled in front of Father? That was all illusion. I was actually frowning the whole time.]
Bermud’s eyes snapped wide open.
“Serne…!”
Crash!
A spray of water the size of a mountain surged upward, hurling Bermud’s body into the air. And above him.
Whoosh!
A staff with a face suddenly appeared, kicking up sand as it waited. Bermud’s vision was instantly obscured by the swirling clouds of sand.
“Everyone, we’re beginning.”
Simon, now dressed in robes of gold, moved his hand.
<Herseba’s Original – Sand World>

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Whistle!
Bermud opened his eyes.
A boundless expanse of desert stretched beneath a blue sky.
“A curious power,” he murmured.
He turned his gaze across the surroundings.
“Have you imprisoned me in a dungeon?”
Then sand storms rose from three directions, and Simon and Serne entered the Sand World, followed finally by Phantasus.
“Excellent! A splendid combination! Simon, and you too, Serne!”
Phantasus surveyed the realm around him.
“I like the place you’ve prepared, Simon. Now we can focus entirely on battle without worrying about the people nearby.”
“Then it’s fortunate…”
[Wait! What’s going on, little one!]
Herseba’s voice came through as a thought.
[You’re giving me just a scrap of Dark Element and expecting what? I can’t even properly summon a Mummy!]
‘I’m sorry, this is my limit right now. How long can you maintain it?’
[Five minutes maximum!]
Simon looked at Phantasus, troubled.
“How long can you hold it?”
Phantasus seemed to grasp the situation instantly. Simon spoke quietly.
“Five minutes.”
“Hahahaha! That’s plenty!”
Phantasus laughed loudly and abruptly slumped to the ground.
“Then I’ll get some sleep!”
“Senior…?”
And in a flash, his head tilted aside.
“Wait! This is reckless…!”
Crash!
In an instant, Bermud’s body hurtled to within inches of Phantasus’s face.
“I can’t let you sleep!”
His remaining left arm was covered in countless Magic Circles.
As he lunged toward Phantasus’s face, tearing through the air—
Clang!
A white blade blocked the way.
Crash!
Simon knocked Bermud’s arm away with the Sword of Ruin, forcing it back with tremendous force. As Bermud’s left arm flew back, he watched the Magic Circles that had touched the blade shatter to pieces.
‘How is this possible—someone dying from Time Berserk, now fighting like this—!’
Bermud, staggering backward, roared.
“Don’t interfere, Legion Commander!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless colossal Magic Circles materialized behind him, glowing with magma, ice, and lightning.
Simon raised the Greatsword before him, his expression hardened.
“Die.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
But this time, a Magic Circle unfurled behind Simon.
“My goodness~”
Serne, fluttering the Feather in her hand like a fan, drifted toward Simon’s side.
“That won’t do.”
Bermud and Serne spread their arms in unison. From dozens of Magic Circles, colossal elemental spells erupted, engulfing everything around them.
A veritable feast of elements.
It was a massive detonation of Dark Element Magic—the Ivory Tower Necromancers’ signature technique.
‘Wow……!’
Simon smiled, his face full of admiration.
‘Did they just head-on nullify the Ivory Tower Master’s attack?’
“How dare you!”
Bermud cried out in frustration. His body became enveloped in even more lava, and Magic Circles formed—three times as many as before.
“Die——!”
The moment he moved to swing his arms.
He sensed it.
His arms felt heavy.
And.
‘The air?’
He’d only swung his arms, yet moisture clung to them.
Phantasus’s Black Magic was already complete.
[Let us begin.]
<Phantasus Original – Without Self Reverie>

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