Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 616

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 616
Western Rocksum.
Woodvil Arena.
“I’m your host for today’s match, Olendo Slay! This is Woodvil Arena, and we’re bringing you live coverage of the second-year afternoon tournament!”
The crowd filling the arena responded with a roaring cheer. The Dark Academy’s energy was blazingly intense.
“And now, for expert commentary on this match, we have none other than Professor Kizen herself stepping up to—oh dear, children, you can’t come up here.”
Two girls in overalls, who looked far younger than the students competing, were climbing onto the platform with considerable effort.
The host moved to stop them, but they announced boldly:
“The person next to me, Rin, is Professor Kizen!”
“That’s right! And the person next to me, Rune, is also Professor Kizen!”
The host laughed weakly.
“Ha ha! All right, you two, the joking’s over—off you go. Guardian? Is there a guardian here?”
A man in the audience raised his hand.
He was a Kizen headquarters staff member. Faced with this unexpected appearance of his employer, the host spoke with careful courtesy.
“What seems to be the matter?”
The staff member gestured urgently and pointedly at the girls. The host’s expression, which had been frozen in a question, gradually drained of color.
“Oh… oh no! My sincerest apologies!”
The host bowed repeatedly, apologizing profusely.
These tiny children were actually Professor Kizen? He’d been warned that impossible things happened at Kizen, so he’d come mentally prepared, but witnessing it firsthand left him completely at a loss.
The twin professors settled into seats on either side of the host, looking satisfied.
“Well then! Despite that little interruption, let’s continue the broadcast! Professors, if you would explain—what exactly is this event?”
“It’s a Team Raid! Each department fields a team of up to six students!”
“Whichever department defeats the powerful monster first wins!”
Woodvil Arena was the largest and most expansive of all the Dark Academy’s competition grounds.
Within it stood seven smaller temporary arenas, all enclosed by sturdy barriers.
“Now this is intriguing!”
The host’s eyes lit up. Having grown up watching the Dark Academy since childhood, he was thoroughly versed in the necromancer world.
“Normally, Kizen’s Team Raid mixes students from all seven departments to form a single team. But today at the Dark Academy, it’s a department versus department competition! The fact that each team must consist of six students from the same discipline—where positions might overlap—well, that’s quite interesting too!”
The host, already seeming more excited than the students themselves, raised the Amplification Crystal to his lips.
“The Curse Department can neutralize almost any monster in a single blow, but they’ll lack finishing power! The Blood Studies Department can wound a monster and make it bleed, which speeds things up enormously, but reaching that point will be grueling! What type of monster appears will prove crucial!”
He turned to look at the twin professors.
“Professors, which department’s victory do you foresee—”
But before he could finish, Rin and Rune scrambled up onto the table.
“Go, Summoning Department! If you don’t take first place, I’ll make you all my friends!”
“And I’ll make you my friends too!”
It was a classic necromancer world joke—failing to place first meant death—though the host, unaware of this context, simply laughed and raised the Amplification Crystal.
“Now then, let’s call in the competitors! Since students have a limited number of appearances in this tournament, determining which events which students will enter is an important aspect of spectating! Let us begin!”
Whoosh!
Whomp!
Students from each department began teleporting one by one into the seven barriers. The excited crowd roared as the match drew near.
“We’re counting on you again! Curse Department!”
“Please, please win! I even put down my property deed without my wife knowing!”
“Go, Poison Department! It’s time you won the championship! You can do this!”
With the event being a massive festival commanding the attention of the entire Dark Alliance, determining which department would claim victory this year was the burning question. Astronomical sums of money hung in the balance at betting houses and gambling establishments.
The traditional powerhouses—Curse Department and Dark Reversal Magic Department—were considered evenly matched as favorites, but this year at the Dark Academy, the fact that the second-year instructor was the renowned Bahil Amagar made Curse Department the slightly stronger contender.
With each student’s arrival, the crowd’s fervor grew hotter. Whenever a famous-name student from the outside world appeared, the roar reached another level entirely.
But then.
“Ah, we’re still waiting for one department to arrive.”
The host spoke in confusion.
“Which one is missing? Oh, the Summoning Department! The Summoning Department hasn’t arrived yet. What could be holding them up?”
The crowd began to murmur, and the students already positioned looked toward the Summoning Department’s area.
A beam of light flickered belatedly, and a teleportation began, running late.
“Something seems… off about that light, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
As all eyes fixed on the barrier, a single boy began to materialize within the glow.
“Just one! Only one person!”
The host cried out in excitement.
“While every other department has sent six competitors, the Summoning Department has sent only a single student!”
The other departments’ students fixed their stares on him.
“What are they thinking?”
“Looks like they’re giving up on this game.”
The light scattered, revealing the single remaining contestant.
A boy with blue hair stood confidently, his gleaming black coat billowing in the breeze.
“Wait, this can’t be! That one person is—”
The announcer bolted upright, his voice booming across the arena.
“The Student Council President of Kizen, Simon!”
Roooaarrr!
A torrent of cheers erupted toward Simon, who had taken the stage last.
A solo entry into a Team Raid designed for six—it was an unconventional lineup, to say the least.
“…Wait, is he serious?”
“Ever since he became Student Council President, he’s been nothing but a show-off.”
Students from other departments chuckled among themselves.
“You’ve got this, little one!”
“Fight hard, little one!”
The twin professors raised their voices from atop their table.
“This is quite remarkable. Haha.”
The announcer still bore the stunned expression of someone in shock, chuckling numbly. Just then, the twin professors descended from either side and took their seats.
“Bearded old one!”
“What do you think?”
‘Bearded old one….’
The announcer smiled wryly and lowered the Amplification Crystal in his hand.
“If I may be so bold as to speculate, no matter how exceptional the Student Council President might be, he is but one of many talented Kizen students. Defeating six of his fellow students would be quite the feat.”
The crowd shared the same sentiment. While they applauded Simon’s courage and resolve in accepting the solo challenge, realistically speaking, it seemed like a reckless gamble.
But the twin professors spun in their seats, laughing.
“Do you really think so? Really think so?”
“If Simon were merely talented, then yes!”
“?”
Soon, the students from all seven barriers completed their preparations.
The committee officials conducted one final check for any signs of cheating before withdrawing from the barrier.
“Now, the powerful ‘Raid Monster’ will be teleported into each of the seven test arenas!”
Whoooosh!
A burst of light far exceeding what had accompanied the students’ entrance tore through the space.
“Today’s monster is… the Gyrodile!”
Boom!
It was a crocodilian monster standing upright on two massive legs.
Its enormous bulk rose well over three meters in height, and its body length defied imagination. Its entire frame was armored in dense scales, and its tail bristled with jutting spikes.
The long fangs visible from its gaping lower jaw reflected the sunlight with a chilling gleam, living up to its fearsome reputation as the “giant crocodile.”
“Then! Let the games begin!”
The Curse binding the monster dissolved, and pupils appeared in its previously vacant eyes. The horizontally slit gaze darted left and right before the creature bared its teeth at the students.
“Go!”
“Stick to the plan!”
The students within the barrier scattered as one, readying their Dark Magic.
Since each department had different formations, strategies, and varieties of Dark Magic prepared, the spectators found much to compare and enjoy.
And Simon, entering alone, moved last.
He drew Skeletons from his Subspace in quick succession and scattered them around the Gyrodile. The cursed monster, now freed, charged at the armed Skeletons.
Click.
At Simon’s gesture, the Skeletons moved with dazzling precision, drawing the Gyrodile’s gaze.
‘This is what makes Summoning Studies so good.’
No matter how few his own numbers, summoning creatures allowed him to adapt to any situation.
Having deployed a sufficient force of Skeletons, Simon now brought forth his trump card.
Thud!
A massive undead dropped to one knee upon its arrival, its entire body clad in jet-black armor reminiscent of a Black Knight.
“What is that?”
“It doesn’t have a head.”
All eyes fixed on the summon the Student Council President had called forth. The announcer, whose duty it was to satisfy the crowd’s curiosity, turned to the twin professors.
“Professors! What manner of summon is that?”
“It’s a Durehan!”
“A rather special Durehan, at that!”
Now Simon could be seen extending his arm.
Whoooosh!
Violet light bloomed across his palm, sketching out a diagram. The two ends of the barrier enclosing the small ecosystem drew together and overlapped, and within it, letters, symbols, and various polyhedra were inscribed in sequence.
Numbers and symbols composed equations, and violet light surged powerfully along the circuits. Magical elements interlocking like a precision mechanism rotated slowly, casting sparks.
—…!
The Gyrodile, sensing the dangerous power, shook off the Skeletons attacking it and tried to advance toward Simon.
Whoosh. Swish.
Simon flicked his fingers on the opposite hand in response. The Skeletons transformed into Bone Armor and clung to the Gyrodile’s legs, impeding its movement, and he dressed the Zombies he’d drawn from the Subspace in Bone Armor as well.
Thoom! Whoosh!
The Bone Armor rose into the air like a transport vessel and dropped the Zombies behind the Gyrodile’s back. Simon clenched his fist in a flowing motion.
‘Corpse Explosion!’
Kabooooom!
Kaboom!
Explosions suddenly erupted from behind, and the massive Gyrodile staggered and fell.
Startled, the Gyrodile turned to look back and, roaring in fury, thrashed its arms and tail to attack the Skeletons again.
‘Good—I’ve divided its attention.’
In the meantime, Simon’s Chaos Magic was nearing completion.
Roooaaaar!
Watching the crowd’s reaction, Simon glanced at the situation on the other departments’ side.
‘Faster than expected.’
They were nearly at the finishing stages.
The Curse Department had felled the Gyrodile with a weakening curse; the Dark Reversal Magic Department was simultaneously pouring completed elemental magic upon it. The Blood Studies Department had succeeded in peeling away its scales and applying hemorrhage magic to the exposed flesh, and a Combat Magic student was driving a spear blade into the Gyrodile’s throat.
He had to hurry. Simon finally activated the completed Chaos Magic Circle and affixed it to the Durehan’s back.
And what came next.
Ooooowwww—!
Manus’s Skull, radiating an ominous aura. He placed it on the Durehan and flipped the switch.
“Ah! The moment I mentioned it, Student Council President Simon moved as well! He placed something on the Durehan—what is that? …A Skeleton’s skull?”
Light flickered in Manus’s eye sockets. His Dark Element met the Magic Circle prepared within the Durehan’s body, creating chaos, and synchronized with the Magic Circle unfolding on its back.
‘I don’t need much.’
The Durehan’s body, slumped on the ground, slowly rose.

‘Just borrowing a single sword stroke will be enough.’
Simon felt a connection of Telepathy opening with Manus.
After the Practical Assessment, Manus had not refused to open a channel of Telepathy to Simon.
Shiiing.
Simon drew his sword.
At the same moment, Manus, standing imposingly above him as if to protect Simon, drew his sword as well. The motion of lowering his stance and placing the blade at his waist matched perfectly.
‘Heavenly Rotation, Manus.’
Hummmmm—!
Manus’s eye sockets flickered, as if to say ‘get your own right.’
Simon grinned.
‘Here we go!’
Shwoooooosh—!
All the scenery around him tinges with grey. Sound stretches as if waterlogged, and thought accelerates endlessly.
His heart pounds like a drum.
Concentration reaches its peak, and the unity of Telepathy becomes perfect.
Simon could now understand Manus’s movements, his stance, and his art and technique.
Simon’s lips stretched into a savage grin.
‘In a single instant, I become a Sword Master.’
Simon and Manus’s feet stepped forward in unison.
The rotation beginning at the feet flows through the waist toward the arms. The torrent-like current flowing through the arms—without spilling a single drop—
he releases it.

Shwooooooooooooosh!
The sky splits in two.
The Arena splits in two.
Simon and Manus, having drawn an irresistible line, lowered their blades with the colossal monster at their backs.
The crowd stared, mouths agape.
“Did something happen?”
“Look! Over there, the Summoning Department—!”
Shriiiing!
A clean cross-section appeared across the Gyrodile’s throat.
“……!!”
The entire arena fell silent in astonishment. Simon and the Durehan moved in perfect unison, drawing their blades toward the sheath.
Scritch-scritch-scritch—
The sword sang against the leather as it slid inward, and every spectator felt their nerves drawn taut as wire.
Click!
The moment the blade seated fully.
Crack!
The creature’s massive neck parted cleanly, its head the first of seven to plummet to the arena floor.
By the time that head struck stone—
Boom!
Not a soul in the stands drew breath.

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