Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 606

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 606
“Ten thousand, if you please.”
Simon’s shocking declaration turned the Underground Dungeon upside down.
“Did he… did he just say that?”
“I didn’t mishear, right?”
The Break Room erupted into chaos in an instant.
The students waiting in the Waiting Area were equally stunned, mouths hanging open.
Thud.
The team leader of Group Four sank against the wall, his expression hollow. Lorain was speechless, and Eshu clawed at her head as if the world had ended, screaming.
“You insane maniac of a council president!”
Toto’s pupils trembled.
“He… he must have misspoken. Some kind of mistake—”
It was an absurd number.
The Dungeon Master asked again for clarification, and Simon drove the point home with absolute conviction.
“I will attempt ten thousand.”
Laugh.
Guffaw, guffaw, guffaw, guffaw!
As everyone stood dumbfounded.
An Elder looking down from on high burst into loud laughter.
“Yes! Yes! That’s what the Student Council President of Kizen ought to be!”
“The boy’s lost his mind.”
Another Elder on the opposite side frowned deeply.
“Ten thousand in fifteen minutes. Does the number ten thousand strike him as a joke?”
Even among the seasoned Elders opinions diverged, and the students had finally concluded that Simon had gone mad and surrendered himself to despair.
It was the only way to interpret such a number.
“I’ll prepare.”
But the Dungeon Master simply walked off to fulfill his duty in silence.
-This is Aaron.
At that moment, Aaron’s voice crackled through the Communication Crystal.
-Can you prepare ten thousand monsters in the Underground Dungeon?
“…Right. I’ll scrape up everything from the bottom if I have to.”
The Dungeon Master descended, while Simon took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
‘Focus.’
He had come this far with help from many. Simon recalled Grerion’s words first.
-Your conception is certainly unconventional. But why isn’t your method?
-The answer is in your head.
Those words from Grerion had resonated deeply within Simon.
Simon had immediately sought out Lin, the Summoning Funeral Magic instructor, and the twin rune professors.
-The skull of an Ancient Undead?
Simon produced what Erzsebet had sealed away—Manus’s Skull—from the two Ancient Undead and showed it to them.
The twins set the skull on the desk and examined it, turning it this way and that.
-Fascinating! This individual’s core and everything else is already destroyed, but the original resentment was so powerful that residual consciousness clung faintly to the skull’s edges.
-We drew that residual consciousness into a Summoning Circle and spent considerable time reviving it. This is the result.
-But this isn’t the “Manus” you speak of. Simon.
-Of course, we can’t even call it a “fragment of Manus.” Simon.
Simon nodded.
-I already understand. I wish to control this corrupted fragment, even for a short time—just ten minutes.
-Then we have no choice!
-We must take action ourselves!
The two undead girls picked up chalk and approached the blackboard.
-As Ancient Undead who have existed since time immemorial!
-Let us show you the methods of educating this child!
After that.
With only the bare minimum of controls in place, Simon began his planning.
How to join the heads and bodies of different undead together as a Dullahan.
Fixating on the Rune of Synchronization.
Fixating on formulas.
There was no need to fixate on overturning convention.
Simon was not the first necromancer to create a Dullahan.
‘Convention isn’t something to overturn.’
He shifted his mindset entirely.
‘Beyond common sense.’
Chaos.
The Chaos Magic Circle Simon had drawn and prepared on his flank. This power would determine everything that followed.
-Simon Polentia. Please prepare yourself.
At the announcement, Simon opened a Subspace gateway.
What tumbled out was the body of a Guardian Dullahan, collapsing to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.
At the sight of it barely able to stand, the expressions of the students watching from the Break Room darkened.
“What? Looks like he didn’t even finish it.”
“Did he really summon ten thousand? Just throwing it away in desperation?”
“……A complete mess. How is someone like that a valedictorian?”
Mockery poured down. Scorn and contempt overflowed.
The members of Groups 10 and 4 in the Waiting Area—Simon’s own allies—felt their expressions stiffen as well, but Simon paid it no mind and prepared.
‘Ready.’
With his left hand, he gripped the Chaos Magic Circle at his flank, and with his right, he unfolded an operational magic circle to bring the Dullahan to life.
Crack! Crack!
Even this magic circle he had crafted from Chaos, gleaming violet. He inscribed it upon the Dullahan’s body.
‘Connect.’
Not the Rune of Synchronization. Instead, using the Rune of Transmission forged from Chaos, he linked Simon’s circle to the Dullahan’s circle.
Everything up to this point was merely preparation. And now.
Hum—
Now the real work began. Simon withdrew Manus’s Skull.
The sudden appearance of a skeleton’s head made every observer lean forward toward the screen, murmuring.
“A, a skeleton’s skull? You’re going to use that with the Dullahan’s body?”
“He’s actually lost his mind.”
Whether the skeleton’s head had crossed some line, this time even the Elder and the observers stiffened their expressions.
“Does he intend to insult Kizen!”
“How crude. He’d be better off withdrawing cleanly.”
What Simon did next was simple.
He broke the seal on Manus’s Skull and placed it atop the empty neck of the Dullahan.
‘Go.’
Simon activated the Summoning Circle for Manus. Instantly, a glow flickered to life in the eye sockets of the skull.
‘I was fortunate to see Manus move last time.’
Manus generates vast amounts of Dark Element, attempting to absorb nearby Undead into its body. He would exploit precisely that nature.
Whoooosh—!
The immense Dark Element flowing from Manus’s Skull poured into the Dullahan’s body before him, seeking to claim it.
And within the Dullahan’s body lay something waiting—a magic circle drawn with only Chaos materials: Holiness and SM-1 blood.
This circle had no effect on its own. But the moment it touched Dark Element—
Boom—boom—boom—boom—boom—boom—boom—boom—boom—boom!
Three elements merged and transformed into ‘Chaos.’
A power only Simon could command.
The black smoke flowing from the Dullahan’s form tinged violet. Now its entire body operated on Chaos power.
The Black Engine came from the body of the One-Eyed Gentleman that Erzsebet had obtained in the Frigowd Autonomous Region. It was the only material capable of withstanding Manus’s output.
“Now!”
Simon shouted.
“Beginning the examination!”
-The examination begins.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Every door of the Underground Dungeon swung open, and black shapes poured forth.
Ten thousand monsters.
In an instant, the test chamber turned pitch black.
“Gasp!”
“What—!”
The students and observers watching the screen recoiled in shock. The moment the dungeon doors opened, the display was consumed entirely by darkness.
The entire space had filled with monsters in a heartbeat.
Nothing was visible, nothing could be done. The students in the Waiting Area poured forth their anguished cries.
“H, how are they supposed to fight in there?”
“It’s over now.”
In that moment when everyone mocked, sneered, and despaired.
Out of pitch-black darkness, like the dead of night.
Whoosh—!
A violet flame ignited the gloom.
Roooaaaar!
As the world blazed into light, spectators witnessed through the screen.
From within the darkness.
A Dullahan wielding a sword ablaze with black fire.
“Let’s go, Manus.”
Simon spoke with grim resolve.
What the Dullahan held was a violet wick, wreathed in searing blue-black flame.
<Simon Original – Chaos Dullahan>
Simon, positioned behind the barrier, swept his arm in a straight line. The candle-like sword traced the same arc.
Roooaaaar!
One stroke.
The fire blazed along the line, scorching the world, and every monster in its path crumbled to ash.
[Monsters Remaining: 9,287 / 10,000]
“Wow, wow! Wow!”
“What, what in the world is happening?!”
The Break Room and Waiting Area erupted in shock.
Simon’s hand moved to his Chaos Magic Circle.
‘Boost the chaos output!’
He doubled the amount of chaos channeled through the wick.
‘Draw in all the mana!’
The Black Engine of the Dullahan began devouring every particle of mana in the test chamber. The very space warped and twisted around it, as if reality itself was being distorted.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
The violet wick swelled, and the black fire wrapping it grew in turn. The tremendous vortex of flame became a whirlwind—the tip of the candle-like sword had now stretched from the center all the way to the far edge of the dungeon.
‘Now.’
The Chaos Dullahan repositioned the sword to its brow in a gesture so solemn it seemed a ritual. Then its body rotated, and the candle-flame swept through a complete circle.
Roooaaaar!
The darkness split open at the waist, and monsters ignited in the inferno.
[Monsters Remaining: 7,461 / 10,000]
Hooooray!
Students screamed with unbridled excitement.
“Thousands… in a single stroke?”
“Is that even possible?!”
Manus—or rather, the Chaos Dullahan—began swinging the flaming candle-sword in relentless succession.
Each of its cuts cleaved through the world again and again.
<Imperial Sword Art – Uhhwa>
<Imperial Sword Art – Juncheon>
<Imperial Sword Art – Hyeonmong>
<Imperial Sword Art – Wimoo>
The Dullahan danced its blade, and the darkness scattered away.
“Damn it, crazy!”
Crash!
In the monitoring station, a raven agent bearing a sword tore off even their mask, eyes bulging wide.
“The lost Imperial Sword Arts… how is a Dullahan wielding them?”
The flame traced arcs and drew lines; it left afterimages and bloomed into dozens of petals of light.
The screen, painted black, was seared white by the blade, leaving brilliant gaps of emptiness.
The void was quickly swallowed by darkness again, but another pass of the flame turned it white once more.
Shink!
Manus adjusted its grip on the blade and brought it to its waist in preparation.
Then it rotated its body and drew. The world incinerated in the blazing arc.
<Imperial Sword Art – Hoicheon>
[Monsters Remaining: 5,115 / 10,000]
Hooooray!
“Already half of them are gone!”
“Five thousand! We’ve slain five thousand!”
The watching students had lost all composure.
‘……A wave-type technique?’
Hector, his arms crossed and his expression unnervingly grave, gnawed at his lower lip.
The Chaos Duran swung its candle-like sword, and in its wake, a crackling arc of lightning erupted, flowing through the monsters and spreading from body to body—cascade, cascade, cascade—each struck down simultaneously in destruction.
‘I see. Once space becomes finite, past a thousand monsters, numbers cease to matter at all.’
Sheer numbers are not an absolute measure of strength. They gain tactical value only when deployed across open ground.
In a single confined chamber, whether a thousand insects or a hundred million swarm within it, a single blast levels them all equally.
A technique that affects the entirety of space itself.
The Dullahan possessed it, and so Simon had chosen ten thousand.
“Damn it!”
Thud!
Hector brought his fist down on the armrest of the sofa.
‘It was I who bound myself by the rules and set my own limits!’
Crash-crash-crash!
The Chaos Duran bulldozed through the monsters, forcing its way toward the far end of the Underground Dungeon. Its sword swelled to monstrous size.

A blade of chaos, shadow, and flame swept across the world, and at last the screen bloomed white.
[Remaining Monsters: 945 / 10,000]
[Time Remaining: 7 minutes]
There were no more exclamations, nothing left to say.
Everyone merely stared, slack-jawed with shock.
“Simon!”
Lorain’s sharp cry cut through the silence. All eyes, torn from the Dullahan, snapped toward Simon.
“!”
Simon was drenched in blood.
“Hah… hah…!”
No caster should survive channeling such overwhelming power unscathed.
A Black Backflow had occurred—blood streamed from his mouth and nose.
‘The output exceeds all expectations, but……!’
The cost was far greater than he had anticipated.
His consciousness flickered and dimmed. His heart hammered against his ribs, his organs twisted within him.
“This is dangerous!”
“We must stop the examination at once! The student may die!”
The medical attendants rushed forward with a stretcher, but Simon slowly raised one hand to hold them back.
“Student!”
“Simon Polentia.”
Aaron burst into the arena faster than anyone else, though no one had seen him arrive. He spoke only the name, yet his voice was thick with concern.
“Please… let me… continue.”
Simon fought down the surging blood in his throat, raising both palms in a gesture of readiness. The Chaos Duran shifted its stance and swung its blade at the onrushing monsters.
Screeeech!
Thin lines carved the air in rapid succession, tearing monsters apart, their remains scattering across the floor already thick with the ash of the slain.
“Why…….”
Eshu’s legs gave way beneath her. She sank to her knees, her face a portrait of bewilderment.
“Why go so far? This is an examination! Even eight hundred kills would have been enough…….”
‘Simon.’
Lorain clenched her fists until her knuckles whitened.
‘He sets no limits.’
An examination is merely a catalyst and a task.
It may provide motivation, but the end is determined not by the test itself, but by oneself.
To transcend one’s limits is to wage war against oneself.
And so, while others summoned Skeleton Mages, he summoned a Lich.
And so, when others fell forty monsters, he slew ten thousand.
‘He gazes toward a higher place.’
Serne sat on the Break Room’s sofa, nibbling at the edge of her index finger, her eyes alight with admiration as she licked her lips.
“Tch-tch, and here emerges the true presence among all these little sardines.”
The Waiting Area, the Break Room, the observation chamber.
Everyone held their breath, watching in stunned silence.
“Agh!”
Simon’s fists clenched until they trembled.
His entire frame shuddered. Each breath came in ragged gasps, and his vision swam.
Splash!
The sword’s flame dimmed and faded, leaving behind an ordinary longsword.
Manus, who had been wielding the burning blade with relish as he cut through monsters, suddenly stopped when he lost the flaming weapon, and his gaze fixed on Simon behind the barrier.
Sensing a hint of displeasure in his stare, Simon let out a hoarse laugh.
“Sorry. But I can still—”
Simon put force into his arm, blood streaming freely from the wound.
“Keep fighting.”
[…….]
—Shrieeeeeek!
—Kyyyyeee!
The monsters rushed at the now-still Manus. He gripped his sword tighter and swung it without looking back.
An X slashed through the air, and dozens more monsters fell, piling up on the ground.
[Remaining Monsters: 445 / 10,000]
“Hang in there, Simon!!”
Then a piercing cry rang out from the Waiting Area. Simon’s consciousness snapped into focus.
‘Toto? Toto?’
Toto, overcoming her own shyness, was screaming at the top of her lungs.
“You can do it!!”
The other team members, who had been dazed moments before, now raised their voices as well.
“You’re doing great! Keep going, everyone!!”
“Roooaaahhh!”
Suddenly the crowd’s energy ignited.
The Break Room, too, was caught up in it.
“Move! Move! Get that one escaping!”
“It’s slipping to the side! Wake up!”
“Push on! Push on!”
They all pressed close to the monitors with faces flushed and wild, absorbed entirely in Simon’s movements.
His chest burned hot.
Rank competitions, dropping one place in the standings—none of it mattered anymore.
He only wanted to see this spectacle through to the end.
Bang!
The Elders, sitting in their chairs, crushed the armrests as they bolted upright.
“Now that gets the blood pumping!”
“Hahahaha! Can’t sit still for this! If I were just ten years younger, I’d stand with those kids myself!”
The old men.
“……Reminds me of my Kizen days.”
“Don’t start spouting nonsense, senior.”
The Professors too.
“It’s because he heeded my advice. Simon Polentia.”
“That’s not it! He used Lin’s formula!”
“It was the Rune formula!”
And then.
—One minute remaining.
Crash!
“Bastard!”
Hector, who had been sitting with feigned indifference while glancing over repeatedly, finally surged forward, shoved his classmates aside, and planted himself in front of the screen.
“If you’re going to win, win it properly! Simon Polentia!!”
Whoooooooosh!
Manus’s blade tore through eight more monsters.
[Remaining Monsters: 8 / 10,000]
But even Manus’s sword strikes were faltering now.
The Black Engine had stalled.
“Nnnngh!”
Simon felt as though his entire body would burst simply from maintaining the Dullahan. Manus turned to look at Simon for the second time.
“Keep…… going!”
Capillaries in his eyes, pushed to their limit, burst open one by one, spreading crimson threads across his sclera as tears of blood spilled over.
But Simon did not stop.
Manus kicked one of the charging monsters, crushing it.
“Seven left!”
“Seven!”
They all cried out with one voice.
“Watch your left, Simon!”
Simon’s eyes snapped sideways. Manus’s gaze followed in perfect sync, and his sword cut down the monster charging from the right.
“Seven more incoming!”
Toto’s voice cracked as she shouted.
Crash!
Manus surged forward, cleaving two more monsters. The remaining ones split into two fleeing creatures.
The other two were ordinary orcs, but caught in the Chaos effect, they’d lost their minds and were rampaging wildly in all directions.
Stripping away reason was the power of Chaos itself, but in this trial it was a liability.
“Keep moving!”
“Steady pace!”
“Thirty seconds left!”
Blood streamed across his vision, but it didn’t matter.
At some point, through Manus’s eyes, Simon could see the monsters clearly.
‘My thoughts are completely linked! He’s opened his mind to me.’
Simon swung his arm with all his strength, and Manus’s blade followed in perfect time with the motion.
“Four monsters left!”
“Fifteen seconds!”
Now even Manus was visibly faltering.
His entire body felt waterlogged, impossibly heavy. Even the frame of this mighty Guardian Dullahan was straining to fully mirror Manus’s technique. His limbs hung loose and twisted at unnatural angles, charred black and festering.
“Arghhhhhh!”
Slash!
Simon and Manus poured their last reserves into a final rush, and the fleeing creature’s neck parted from its shoulders.
“One down!”
“Two monsters remaining!”
“Ten seconds to go!”
Simon’s teeth clenched against his lips.
‘Damn it!’
The two orcs, ravaged by Chaos and stripped of reason, were bolting in opposite directions.
Everyone counted in unison.
“Nine!”
“Eight!”
Whoosh!
No time to think—only to act.
Manus charged the orc on the right, sword raised to strike, but—
Slip!
His foot skidded across the floor, and the blade caught only the creature’s arm instead. The armless orc shrieked and fled.
“Six!”
“Five!”
Time stretched impossibly.
Simultaneously, the thread of reason seemed ready to snap.
‘Focus!’
Catching nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine meant zero points.
The rule was absolute: all ten thousand had to be slain.
‘Concentrate!’
Simon funneled every ounce of awareness down to the sword’s edge and drew across once more.
He felt the orc’s neck part cleanly.
One left.
“Four!”
“Three!”
The moment the neck fell, Simon pivoted. The last orc was already racing away.
Faster than the severed head hit the ground, he launched forward off his feet and brought the blade down in a desperate arc.
“Two!”
“One!”
The descending sword—
‘No……!’
—missed.
It cut through empty air, and his grip went slack. The blade flew from his hand into the void.
—Beeeeeep!
—Trial complete!
Simon withdrew from Manus’s mind and wiped the blood from his vision with his sleeve, staring ahead into the silence.
‘No!’
Just one orc remained.
Manus’s skull was embedded in the back of its neck.
‘Impossible!’
Manus had seized his own head with his left hand and hurled it at the orc.
Manus was grinning at him, his teeth clamped around the orc’s nape—and the creature crumbled to dust.
In the space of ten thousand.
What remained standing was only the headless body of the Dullahan.
—Simon Polentina, monster elimination complete! Ten thousand out of ten thousand slain within the time limit!
—Student Simon Polentina and Team Six have earned ten thousand points!
Roooaaarrr!
Students flushed crimson with excitement and exhilaration erupted in fervent cheers, surging toward Simon.
Once again, a new legend was being written into the annals of history.
Drop.
Aaron, watching from the closest vantage point, didn’t even notice the cigar falling from his teeth.
Both his palms were slick with sweat.
“……Absolute madness.”
Truly.
Ten thousand slain.

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