Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 587

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 587
Mimics.
These creatures, bearing a rather distinctive name, are indigenous monsters that appear solely within the Frigod Autonomous Region.
Their forms were an unsettling blend of ape and human—limbs stretched long and loose, skulls unnaturally elongated.
These ambiguously human-like monsters possessed one peculiar trait: an obsessive fixation on imitating humans.
It had begun as a hunt.
The native warriors of the Gahal Tribe would ride horses into the forest, taking sport in hunting Mimics.
Back then, the Mimics were sluggish creatures that could scarcely run properly on their long limbs—monsters with something fundamentally off about them. The warriors would stack the corpses of slaughtered Mimics into mountains, boasting of their valor.
Then came the day when every warrior who rode out to hunt simply vanished. The search parties that followed found no trace, and Mimic hunting ceased for a time.
Not long after, the trouble began.
The Mimics emerged from the forest and invaded human territory.
They mounted horses seized from humans, shot arrows like men, pillaged human property, and burned houses.
They even performed rituals, stacking the corpses of slaughtered humans into mountains and dancing in circles around them.
Faced with this sudden Mimic “human hunt,” the Gahal people who had farmed and lived beyond the fortress were forced to barricade themselves within its walls.
The Mimics claimed the village and vast pasturelands, and their imitation of humanity grew ever more blatant. They began tilling fields like men, and started raising horses and livestock of their own, consuming their flesh.
The Mimic population exploded, and the behavior they next mimicked after hunting was none other than
war.
Having witnessed the fractured Gahal fighting amongst themselves, seizing fortresses from one another, the Mimics began their own war to claim those strongholds.
Only after losing six fortresses did the Gahal cease their civil war, unite their forces, and stand against the Mimics—but by then it was far too late. The Mimics wielded human weapons and had learned human techniques: sword and spear arts alike.
Thus the Gahal lost most of their territory and strongholds to the monsters, now holding only one of their original forty fortresses.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump—!
That night, five great war carriages led by Skeleton Horses thundered across the forest.
“Briefing complete, sir.”
The Instructor, seated at the very front of the carriage, bowed respectfully.
A heavy atmosphere settled among the students, who had been inspecting their weapons and undead creatures.
“Monsters that imitate humans?”
A student sitting across from Simon let out a bemused laugh.
“Why leave such dangerous things alone? What happens when they become the dominant force in the north? What is the Shahid Kingdom doing, anyway?”
“Hey, why’s the Shahid Kingdom even coming into this?”
A student who appeared to be from the Shahid Kingdom frowned.
“I’m just saying they’re incompetent.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“Allow me to explain in their stead.”
The Instructor hastened to intervene.
“The Frigod Autonomous Region prohibits not only the Shahid Kingdom’s interference in internal affairs, but also the dispatch of military forces. For the Shahid to act, they require approval from the Frigod Tribal Council—which the Gahal have consistently refused.”
All the peoples of the Frigod Autonomous Region, scarred by their bloody history, were deeply averse to Shahid soldiers entering the region.
“However, given the nature of the Mimics, scholars believe they will not expand beyond their territory as long as there are no humans nearby to imitate. Accordingly, both the Shahid Kingdom and the Tribal Council recommended abandoning the fortress, but the Gahal, unable to forsake their homeland, have declared their intent to resist to the bitter end.”
“……I see.”
“Thus, Professor Grerion, who hails from the Frigod Autonomous Region himself, made them an offer.”
We are Necromancers of Kizen, not soldiers of the Shahid Kingdom.
We will dispatch students, not war-hungry soldiers.
We desire their corpses.
Grant us those, and we will fight at your side.
‘So that’s how it came to this.’
Simon nodded slowly. Not the Kingdom, but Kizen—an independent organization. Not an army, but students still in their studies.
A clever circumvention of Gahal protocol.
With no other interests at stake and only monster corpses desired, the strategically disadvantaged Gahal had no choice but to accept the aid.
“This is absurd.”
A male student with a scar beside his mouth folded his arms.
“A Kizen student commanding wartime operations would be far more threatening than an army.”
“They must have been desperate.”
Murmurs of amusement rippled through the carriage. Even facing a major war, these second-year students carried themselves with ease—the seasoning of seniority already evident on their faces.
Now their conversation had shifted beyond the Mimics themselves to a more pressing question: how to obtain the “Guardian,” the finest Dullahan material.
The Mimics treated the Guardian, a higher-tier monster, as their “king.” If the Mimics moved, these creatures would surely appear on the battlefield.
-All personnel, listen up!
Just then, a booming voice issued from the Communication Crystal inside the carriage.
-We now proceed to breach the monsters’ encirclement and enter the Gahal’s final fortress!
The students’ expressions, moments before filled with jest, finally turned serious.
-You are not students but combatants, effective immediately! Each of you is a formidable force carefully cultivated by Kizen! I will not micromanage your tactics—move freely as peer Necromancers!
As Simon listened to Grerion’s address, he gazed out the window. A mass of dark monsters stared back at them, holding their breath.
—Squad assignments will be made according to the members Professor Aaron designated! If even a single deserter emerges, I’ll expel them personally! Any squad that loses members will receive the lowest possible mark on the Dullahan-related practical assessment. Look after your teammates yourselves!
Click.
Click.
The combat carriage’s windows opened. Students prepared Dark Magic spells through the windows. Some readied summons from their Subspace storage for long-range attacks.
Simon withdrew his Skeleton Mage and got it into position.
—If you can’t survive a battlefield like this, you’ll die like dogs when facing real war against the Priests! All students in the department—survive by any means necessary, without worrying about the method!
“Yes, sir!”
Screech!
Growl!
Monsters began surging toward the carriage. The Skeleton Horses accelerated even faster.
“Ready.”
The last carriage, Number Five, was under Simon’s command. At his signal, Magic Circles unfurled across the carriage in perfect formation.
As the monsters closed to within arm’s reach of the carriage, Simon shouted.
“Fire!”
A deafening blast erupted, and a torrent of Dark Magic and Curses poured through the windows in a brilliant rainbow of colors. The monsters that had rushed toward the carriage tumbled to the ground.
“Direct hit!”
“That felt good! Drop dead, all of you!”
Excited students unleashed Dark Magic in rapid succession through the windows. With Simon’s carriage at the rear opening fire, the other carriages joined the assault.
With more than ten students packed into each combat carriage, the firepower was truly staggering.
Boom! Boom!
Simon was fighting with his Skeleton Mage when he heard footsteps on the carriage’s ceiling. He moved instantly.
“Lorain, I’m leaving the command to you!”
“Where are you going?”
“Up!”
Simon stretched his body out the window and climbed onto the carriage’s roof with a fluid, elastic motion.
‘Two of them.’
He saw a Mimic wielding a sword and another Mimic holding a Long Spear.
Simon gestured leisurely, inviting them to come.
Whoosh!
The spear-wielding Mimic thrust its Long Spear forward in a sudden, explosive strike—not a careless jab, but genuine human Spear Technique.
Simon leaned back to dodge, then gathered Shadow Aura at his feet and flicked the shaft of the spear upward with a light tap.
Clang!
The spear shaft rose sharply, and the Mimic lost its grip. In a flowing motion, Simon spun on his heel and swept a vicious kick at the sword-wielding Mimic’s face.
The Mimic flew off the carriage, and in a seamless continuation, Simon snatched the fallen Long Spear and drove it into the remaining Mimic’s abdomen, dropping it.
Whoosh.
Simon flicked the spear away and brushed his hands clean.
‘Good, at this rate we should be fine…’
Boom!
“Argh!”
“Aaaah!”
Without warning, the carriage lurched violently. A massive black monster had rammed its head straight into the carriage.
Simon, standing on the roof, was sent flying.
“No! Simon!!”
Toto’s desperate cry echoed out. Simon fell toward the swarming mass of monsters below.
‘…Focus.’
Simon’s mind burned white-hot. His perception expanded, time slowed, and his judgment crystallized with perfect clarity.
Simon’s fingertips reached toward the carriage pulling away from him.

A teal rope of energy lashed across the carriage and stuck. Simon gathered Shadow Aura into his legs, kicked off a Mimic’s head, and landed on a nearby tree.
—Shriek!
In an instant, the Mimics below surrounded the tree where Simon stood. Countless more pressed forward in pursuit of the carriage.

Simon calmly opened his Subspace and equipped the Bone Armor. He held the Cloud rope taut with both hands, bearing the tension until it reached its breaking point.
‘Now!’
Then he jumped from the tree. Simon’s body shot toward the carriage in a straight line, plowing through the monsters in the rear.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-bang!
The Mimics Simon collided with scattered in all directions. He tore through the monster horde and landed back on the carriage roof with a flourish.
“Nice!”
“Just as expected! The Student Council President!”
Cheers erupted from the students inside the carriage. Simon raised his head.
‘They’re coming in hard right from the start.’
Whoooosh!
Hector, transformed into a dragon-like form, hoisted the combat carriage assigned to him with his sturdy legs and unleashed his breath, reducing monsters to ash.
Aseraz and the other students had climbed onto the carriage roof and were fighting as well.
“Are you all right, Simon?”
Worried, Lorain climbed up onto the carriage roof too.
“I’m fine! What about the others?”
“Everyone’s safe!”
“Help! Lorain!”
Just then, Eshu poked her head sharply out the window.
“We have a problem! Toto!”
Something had definitely happened. Tears glistened in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Toto jumped out of the carriage to rescue the president! She must have thought he fell earlier! What do we do?”
Lorain’s expression grew grave, and Simon was already rushing out before she could even finish speaking.
“Eshu! Tell me where!”
“Behind the carriage! She just fell straight down without any protection!”
The area behind the carriage was already teeming with Mimics. But Simon didn’t hesitate—he leapt out of the carriage without a second thought.
Then he crossed his arms and crouched his body.
Crash!
Skeleton bones shot through the air like arrows and covered Simon’s body.

Boom!
Clad instantly in thick bone plating, Simon crashed to the ground and crushed the monsters beneath him.
“Toto!”
He tore through the Mimics roughly, charging forward. With just the sweeping motion of his arms—as if swimming through them—monsters went flying.
Of course, the Mimics’ weapons couldn’t penetrate Simon’s heavy armor.
“Help!”
Click!
Then something landed on top of Simon’s armor-encased head. Simon looked up in surprise.
“W-what? Eshu?!”
She wobbled precariously as she tried to find her balance, flailing her arms wildly before finally steadying herself.
“Don’t look up at me like that! It’s embarrassing!”
Snap.
Snap.
Once she’d found her center, she opened both arms, and her small curse dolls scattered in all directions.
“Illuminate the area!”
Flare!
Flare!
Ten curse dolls suspended in the air erupted in brilliant light. The monsters recoiled at the sudden flash.
“We can’t abandon Toto! I’ll cover you—keep going!”
……
But Simon fell silent, lost in thought for a moment.
He stared ahead in silence, then abruptly turned his back and began heading back toward the carriage.
“W-what are you doing?!”
Eshu, startled, pounded on Simon’s bone armor.
“Why are you going back already? Aren’t we supposed to rescue Toto?!”
“This much should be enough, Eshu.”
Her expression hardened, hollow with disappointment.
“Enough? What’s enough about this? You’re saying we abandon Toto?”
Growl!
Larger Mimics carrying shields blocked his path. Simon paused and spoke.
“That’s not what this is about.”
“Yes, it is! You think Toto’s dead? She might still be alive! We have to save her—!”
Snatch!
Simon grabbed Eshu with his massive, armored hand.
“Let me go! I’m going alone if I have to!”
“Toto is still Kizen, too. She said she’d come save me, right? Once she knows I’m fine, she’ll find her own way out.”
Simon shed the heavy armor, climbing back up. The armor caught Simon’s body with its other hand and hurled both him and Eshu into the air.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
The two of them cut through the air and soared skyward. Simon twisted two fingers in a summoning gesture.
The masterless heavy armor left on the battlefield crumbled with a clattering sound, dissolving into bone before rising into the sky toward them.
In moments, he outfitted Eshu with a set of Bone Armor, then donned one himself. The Attraction function of the Bone Armor allowed them to hover in the air far longer.
“Simon! Eshu! Catch!”
Lorain, waiting in the carriage, hurled a chain she’d twisted from Dark Element. The two of them seized the end as she hauled them toward the vehicle.
Thump!
They crashed down onto the carriage as though slamming into it.
“Hah. Hah.”
“Nice one, Lorain.”
Simon removed his Bone Armor with an exhausted expression. Eshu still wore a dazed look on her face.
“Then Toto is……?”
Simon, who had been standing with his eyes closed in concentration, sensed a new tremor beside the carriage and smiled slightly.
“He’s coming.”
Crash!
Beside the carriage, the Death Worm under Toto’s control burst through the ground.
“Huh?”
“I told you.”
Though the timing had been poor, Toto possessed more than enough ability to rescue his companions and escape from that position.
In truth, Simon’s decision to leap from the carriage had been solely to signal to Toto that he was safe.
The worm monster’s jaws stretched wide, then spat something out with a wet sound. Toto, drenched in foul-smelling liquid, landed on the carriage roof.
“Ugh!”
Toto jerked his head up, flinging the viscous liquid about him.
“Everyone’s safe!”
“You idiot!”
Eshu shot to her feet.
“What were you thinking, rushing out like that? Who do you think you are, charging after the Student Council President?”
“I-I’m sorry……!”
Simon and Lorain locked eyes and broke into gentle smiles.
Aaron, who had been standing atop the carriage holding the Communication Crystal, descended once more.
“Situation concluded. The students have overcome the challenge through their own strength, Professor Grerion.”
“Of course they did!”
Grerion, seated at the lead carriage, laughed heartily.
“Students grow by making all sorts of mistakes! You’re overprotecting them — that’s the problem.”
“Understood.”
Aaron, having recovered his Skeleton, looked up. From atop the carriage roof, the members of Squad Ten could be seen laughing with their arms around each other’s shoulders.
Thus they had broken through the encirclement of monsters without incident. Now a great City Wall loomed before them.
“This isn’t over yet. Stay alert.”
Aaron raised the Communication Crystal.
“We’re entering the Fortress now.”

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