Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 605

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 605
Woooooaaaah!
The students watching the screen in the Break Room threw their hands up and cheered.
“That’s Hector for you! Two hundred monsters in fifteen minutes!”
“How did he manage that?”
“His pacing was pure art.”
The other team members waiting in the arena needn’t be mentioned—they were already beside themselves, chanting Hector’s name.
Drenched in sweat, Hector high-fived everyone around him.
—Student Hector, you have completed the elimination of all two hundred monsters within the time limit.
—Student Hector and Team One have earned two hundred points.
Watching the break room screen, Simon let out a bitter laugh and slumped into the sofa.
‘Impressive.’
An overwhelming performance.
A Dullahan made with the Guardian truly operated on a different level.
‘Of course, that’s not the whole story.’
It was strong because it was Hector’s summon.
Instead of burdening the Dullahan with heavy armor, he’d covered its entire body with dragon scales, making its movements far lighter.
No other Guardian Dullahan would achieve that level of performance.
“That was something else.”
Lorain murmured, her eyes wide with admiration.
“I didn’t take a single breath the whole fifteen minutes.”
Toto spoke in a trembling voice.
“Hehehehe—”
And when Simon glanced over, he found Eshu with actual hearts floating in her eyes, both hands clasped together.
“Oh my god, the department rep is seriously so hot! I’d give anything to just throw myself into that sweaty, broad chest once!”
“Get a grip, Eshu.”
Simon laughed, shaking his head. Behind him, Toto glanced down at his own narrow chest for a moment.
“That’s the problem right there.”
Fitzgerald appeared from nowhere and adjusted his glasses.
“The difference between a Dullahan made with the Guardian and one made from a regular Abadon is absolute. We can’t win like this.”
Fitzgerald was also one of those who hadn’t managed to obtain a Guardian in the Frigod Autonomous Region before. Simon turned to him and asked, “So what are you going to do?”
“What’s your plan?”
“……This exam clearly favors Dullahans. But.”
Light glinted off Fitzgerald’s glasses.
“To beat that Guardian Dullahan, I’ll have to stake my specialty.”
Toto’s eyes widened.
“Fitzgerald! So you’re going to use your Siren Chimera!”
“Of course—”
Smack!
A female student appeared from behind and whacked Fitzgerald on the back of the head with her textbook.
“Blabbing your strategy to the whole room! What kind of genius move is that, you explanation addict!”
Grabbed by the collar, Fitzgerald was dragged away, while Simon and Toto waved goodbye to him with embarrassed smiles.

* * *
The remaining exams proceeded at a rapid pace.
Team One, which included Hector, earned a total of five hundred twenty points.
Teams Two and Three followed with four hundred and four hundred ten points respectively.
As data accumulated, the watching students began to grasp the scoring patterns.
A successfully completed Abadon Dullahan without major issues earned roughly forty points.
A Guardian Dullahan could fetch a hundred points.
But there were far too many variables.
Formula mistakes that couldn’t be predicted in actual combat.
Insufficient skill in operating the Dullahan.
Poor understanding of slashing technique and aura.
And unpredictability stemming from the monsters’ reactions.
“Why me!”
A student who had been clearing monsters well with a Guardian Dullahan furrowed his brow as monsters scattered in all directions near the end, fleeing in chaos.
“Why only me!”
Just because a Dullahan was made with the Guardian didn’t mean it would work flawlessly.
Guardian Dullahans had far higher manufacturing difficulty than regular ones. He’d rushed to complete it in time for the exam, but one of the legs had ended up malformed.
He’d charged back and forth with his greatsword drawn just to down a single monster, burning through far too much of his shadow aura in the process.
And so.
—Joseph Barga, examination complete. One hundred monsters available within the time limit. Sixty-five eliminated.
Even with the same Guardian Durehan, scores varied wildly depending on who wielded it. A half-finished Guardian Durehan was no better than the Abadon Durehan he’d crafted in class.
As consecutive zeros began appearing on the scoreboard, Eshu spoke up without warning.
“So you think Abadon’s a safe forty points and Guardian’s a safe hundred? That’s where you’re wrong.”
“Exactly. Quantifying the score like that is pointless.”
Simon nodded his agreement.
“Every Durehan has its own character and level of completion depending on its user. Your own judgment matters most.”
There had been some trial and error at first, but Team 1, which included Hector, currently held first place with five hundred twenty points.
And then.
“Here they come!”
Squad 8 finally emerged.

* * *
“Listen carefully, White.”
Snap. Snap.
Aseraz flicked her fingers as she spoke.
“I respect your decision to use your Special Ability Summon instead of a Durehan. But the real problem is time. Forget the fifteen minutes—erase it from your mind.”
Recently, she’d taken to studying White’s deployment more diligently than her own coursework.
“What matters is the first four minutes. Pacing? You don’t need it. Your only thought should be to spend everything you have within those four minutes and burn yourself out completely—”
She scowled, her expression darkening.
“Are you even listening to me right now?”
White stared blankly at the ceiling, eyes unfocused. Aseraz tried snapping her fingers sharply to get his attention, but it made no difference.
“For crying out loud.”
Aseraz heaved a sigh so deep it seemed to crack the floor itself, pressing her palm to her forehead.
‘This isn’t why I came to the Summoning Department.’
Her frustration burned like fire, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Squad 8 had only four members taking the exam. If even one of them scored zero, it would be as damaging as two members from another team failing.
She couldn’t afford to lose a single person. Aseraz turned back and gave her command.
“Begin.”
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp.
At the sudden sound of birds, light flickered into White’s unfocused eyes.
Birds were fluttering about.
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp.
Of course, they weren’t real birds.
The other squad members crouched low, waving sticks with bird drawings taped to them back and forth to draw White’s gaze, while making chirping sounds with their mouths for good measure.
“Man, I can feel sage time coming on…”
“Shut it and focus!”
White’s eyes tracked the bird drawing as it swayed side to side.
Then Aseraz suddenly grabbed the stick with the bird and pressed it against her own face, thrusting her head forward.
“White!”
White’s gaze followed, shifting toward Aseraz.
“Four minutes! You have to catch all two hundred in four minutes! Take your prep time, but once the exam starts, pour everything out until you’re completely drained! Got it? Do you understand?”
Nod.
White’s head bobbed up and down.
Then his focus gave out again, and his eyes dulled once more.
“Damn it.”
Aseraz turned away with an exasperated curse, while the other squad members buried their faces in their hands.
“Is this really why I came to Kizen?”
“I’m practically the treasure of my family back home.”
“Don’t start—why are you guys like this too?”
After speaking, Aseraz turned her head to stare at something intently.
‘We have to.’
Soon enough, Squad 8’s turn arrived.
White walked toward the examination chamber first.
“White! Remember! Four minutes for two hundred!”
“Four minutes!”
Aseraz and the squad members shouted. White advanced with his usual vacant expression, coming to a stop before the Dungeon Master.
“Name.”
“White.”
“How many monsters?”
White stood there for a moment, lost in thought.
How many had he been asked to defeat? He seemed to be genuinely deliberating.
“How many monsters?”
The Dungeon Master asked again, and White tilted his head uncertainly before blurting out the answer.
“Four minutes.”
“Four minutes? Say it correctly—in terms of individual creatures.”
“Oh.”
White tilted his head once more, then spoke again.
“Four hundred.”
From the waiting area came a deep sigh from Aseraz.
Followed by a sharp crack—the sound of a wooden stick shattering against his knee.
Hahahaha!
Raucous laughter erupted from the students watching in the break room.
“Insane! Four hundred?”
“Squad 8’s about to crash and burn! Safe travels!”
“We won’t go far!”
Given that an Abadon Durehan typically defeated an average of forty creatures, the number was absurd.
And White hadn’t even chosen to use a Durehan—he’d opted for a Special Ability Summon instead. Students who’d been shocked at first were now laughing unanimously, calling it a disaster.
‘Hmm.’
But Simon remained transfixed on the screen, his expression grave.
White’s preparation took considerably longer because of his unique ability. He materialized a summon that resembled a pool of shadow, drew in the darkness through his ability with a sucking sound, then traced a Magic Circle on the ground and dropped an empty suit of armor onto it.
Whoomp!
Limbs formed within the empty armor, and White’s original “Ethereal Soldier” took shape.
‘So that’s the technique.’
Simon had seen it before during the Mutation Club interview, but students witnessing the summon for the first time reacted with surprise at its unusual form.
“…Begin.”
White muttered.
-Student White, the test begins now.
Clang! Clang!
Monsters poured in relentlessly. All four hundred creatures flooded the chamber in an instant, darkening the entire space.
White slowly raised his arm.
“Expand.”
Whoomp!
The Ethereal Soldier’s body swelled into an enormous sphere. All semblance of human form vanished, leaving only armor embedded in a white globe.
Students watching the screen murmured among themselves.
“What’s he doing with that?”
“Looks similar to White’s usual technique.”
White swung his arm violently, and the white sphere moved in perfect synchronization.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch!
Monsters struck by the sphere were crushed instantly, flattened and reduced to gore. White whipped his arm back and forth repeatedly.
Whoooosh!
Whoooosh!
The swollen Ethereal Soldier mirrored his movements, careening chaotically across the test chamber. Each pass left monsters pulverized and obliterated in its wake.
Fifteen minutes later.
-Student White, within the time limit: four hundred out of four hundred monsters eliminated.
-Student White and Squad 5 have earned eight hundred points.
Everyone fell silent.
“Wow.”
“…Did I just…what did I just see?”
Hector’s team, who’d held first place with five hundred twenty points, dropped in the rankings.
White’s squad alone secured first place with their eight hundred points.
“Yes! I knew it!”
“I always believed in you, White!”
Squad 8 erupted in celebration. Aseraz, up next, calmly defeated two hundred fifty creatures with his Durehan and claimed five hundred points.
Just the two of them had accumulated thirteen hundred points for the team. The remaining two students safely each defeated forty monsters, adding eighty points apiece for a total of fourteen hundred sixty.
Now no one could stop them.
“This is…massive.”
Lorain’s expression darkened as she watched the screen.
And of all things, right at the next turn.
“Team 6! Groups 10 and 4, come forward!”

* * *
At last it was Team 6’s turn—Simon’s team.
Their order was unremarkable except for placing Simon as the final runner; the rest had simply chosen their positions as they wished.
Yet morale had taken a slight hit, coming right after Group 8’s display.
“All right, as befits Kizen—our goal is first place, nothing less! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”
Group 4’s leader shouted with enthusiasm.
“Do what you can. No regrets.”
Simon spoke calmly.
All eight of them placed their hands on top of one another’s.
“Let’s go!”
They raised their hands high to steel their resolve. The students stepped back, and the Dungeon Master approached.
“First participant, enter.”
The first was someone from Group 4.
A boy whose hunter father had taught him to describe monsters in meticulous detail.
“I have to catch up to first place.”
He murmured with his eyes closed.
“If the Student Council President, Lorain, and our group leader can get close to White’s and Aseraz’s scores…”
“How many monsters?” the Dungeon Master asked.
The student’s eyes widened as he answered.
“Eighty, please.”
Eshu’s face registered alarm at the number.
“…You’re sure about that? That’s a lot, isn’t it?”
And then.
-Student Lorington Colochini: Within the time limit, defeated 61 out of 80 monsters.
-Remaining monsters: 19.
-Student Lorington Colochini and Team 6 have earned zero points.
Groooaaaan—
Sighs erupted from the waiting area. The boy who’d called for eighty monsters clutched his head in despair, and Simon broke into a cold sweat.
‘They’re all so fixated on the previous scores!’
It was a natural fact that later turns had an advantage over earlier ones, but there was a drawback.
When competitors before you performed well, you became distracted by their points and lost your own bearings. And now that everyone had witnessed White’s 400 and Aseraz’s 250 right before their eyes, their instincts had dulled.
“Everyone, just stay calm for a moment.”
Lorain, thinking the same thing, clapped her hands to shift the mood.
At the words of the next chancellor, everyone nodded with resolute faces.
Toto went next, dispatching 40 monsters with her main Undead, the Death Worm.
Eshu pressed forward with her Abadon Durehan, eliminating 60 monsters.
And the Group 4 members also demonstrated above-average ability, each handling roughly 40 to 70.
Then.
“Wooooooow!”
“She’s truly Neftis’s daughter!”
Lorain dispatched 100 monsters with her Abadon Durehan, with 20 seconds left on the clock.
Such a result was possible because this arena perfectly suited her specialty—Solo Undead Control. The energy of both Groups 10 and 4 ignited.
“So Group 10 can actually compete with Group 8!”
“Maybe we really do have a shot!”
Students watching from the Break Room lit up with interest as the situation unfolded excitingly.
Then the Group 4 leader stepped forward—in essence the ace, the only one among the eight who possessed a Guardian Durehan.
“Your name.”
“Vicente Borromeo.”
“How many monsters?”
The Group 4 leader closed his eyes.
The goal was naturally first place.
Of course it would be difficult, but if by any chance Simon could match or exceed White’s 400…
“Two hundred, please!”
Ohhhhh—!
Two hundred monsters matched Hector’s count.
The atmosphere in the Break Room grew heated. The other squad members in the waiting area before the test grounds, however, looked somewhat worried.
“Are you really sure about this, leader?”
The female student from Team 4 asked anxiously. The squad leader thrust his thumb upward with a snap.
“Trust me.”
He pulled out his Dullahan with confidence.

* * *
-Student Vicente Borromeo, within the time limit: 182 monsters defeated out of 200.
-Remaining monsters: 18.
-Student Vicente Borromeo and Team 6 have earned 0 points.
They had poured everything they had into it, but it wasn’t enough.
The squad leader of Team 4 collapsed with a ashen face.
“Squad leader!”
“Are you all right?”
Medical personnel rushed over with a stretcher, but the squad leader of Team 4 raised his hand in refusal.
“I’m fine…… really.”
He tried to walk on his own strength, but ultimately couldn’t hold out—collapsing forward in front of Simon, who had been waiting in the back.
“……I’m sorry. I really am.”
He spoke with trembling eyes.
“I didn’t want to burden you, but even with the smallest chance, I wanted to kindle some hope somehow…….”
“It’s fine. You did well.”
Simon smiled gently.
“President.”
The squad leader of Team 4 looked at Simon with trembling eyes.
“Our team’s score is already decided. So—”
Simon nodded calmly.
“Right. I’ll do what I can.”
At last.
It was Simon’s turn.
Students who had been dozing or sprawled out in the Break Room suddenly rushed to the monitors at the arrival of the main event.
“The Student Council President also has a Guardian Dullahan?”
“No, just an Abadon. Standard brand.”
“Wait, wait. I heard rumors he had a Guardian—no head, just the torso though.”
“What? Then what’s the point?”
Simon finished stretching his arms lightly, then checked the Magic Circle he had prepared.
He then walked toward the testing ground.
“There he is!”
“Elder, wake up. The 2nd Year Student Council President has arrived.”
The main event of the day at last.
Everyone held their breath watching Simon Polentia’s entrance.
“This should be interesting. I wonder how many he’ll summon.”
Grerion folded his arms.
“I’m curious!”
“Me too!”
The twin professors—Lin and Rune—clasped their hands together and chattered like sparrows.
“…….”
Aaron simply stared at the screen in silence, a cigar in his mouth.
“Name.”
The Dungeon Master spoke.
“Simon Polentia.”
“Number of monsters.”
The moment had come at last.
Simon turned his head.
Team 6’s current score was 360 points.
The previous contestants had done well, but two zeros had emerged, leaving them in complete ruin.
To claim the 1,460 points of the current first-place Team 8, the needed score was—
1,100 points.
It meant Simon alone had to hunt 1,100 monsters.
“Could he summon over 1,000?”
“Impossible. White only managed 400.”
As everyone murmured among themselves.
At last Simon spoke.
“I’ll do only as much as I’m capable of.”
A declaration that he would take the test for his own personal score alone, without concern for how others ranked.
The elders and the crows who heard this clicked their tongues in disappointment.
“How pragmatic.”
“Just about the measure of his vessel, then.”
The Dungeon Master nodded slowly.
“The number of monsters.”
Simon, whose gaze had been fixed straight ahead with utmost seriousness, finally opened his mouth.
“Ten thousand, if you please.”

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