Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 619

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 619
The spectator stands of the Arena.
There, a man in an impeccably clean white suit—Bahil—watched the match unfold. Nearby, third-year students from the Curse Department were gathered alongside him.
“Everything is proceeding according to our strategy, Professor! Merida and the Student Council President are facing off!”
“And she’s in a state of Selfless Reverie!”
“I see.”
Bahil propped his chin on his hand and nodded leisurely.
“Good work. You’ve done well.”
“Thank you, sir!”
The third-year Curse Department students high-fived behind him, and Bahil’s smile deepened with purpose.
‘This loss will pain you, but perhaps it will be the catalyst for reflection. Simon Polentia.’

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Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!
A train thundered along its tracks. Simon clung to it, while above in the sky, Merida lay atop a quilt, suspended in the air.
<Phantasus Original – Selfless Reverie>
Simon’s expression tightened with tension.
‘It’s begun!’
Merida’s version of Selfless Reverie differed markedly from her brother Phantasus’s version of the same state.
Rather than succumbing to deep slumber and becoming defenseless, she transformed into a devastating curse artillery platform, wielding extraordinary Dark Element control and curse computation speed to unfurl and unleash hundreds of varieties of curses without limit.
The sky had already darkened to an apocalyptic black, and curses of every conceivable type arced downward in a relentless barrage toward the train Simon rode.
‘Ugh!’
Simon hurled himself from the train. The curses immediately began raining indiscriminate bombardment upon it.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The density of the assault was so overwhelming it felt as though he’d stumbled into the heart of a jungle beneath a torrential downpour.
‘Even a single Stack would be fatal!’
Simon desperately dodged through the barrage of curses while stretching his arm behind him.
‘That’s right!’
Several bones he’d affixed to the train earlier rose into the air, assembled themselves into the form of a Bone Spear, and launched skyward.
But Merida’s altitude was far higher than he’d anticipated. The Bone Spear didn’t travel far before colliding with incoming curses and being shot down.
Burst-burst-burst-burst-burst-burst-burst!
Curses of all descriptions struck the train and rails. As Simon evaded with frenzied precision, he suddenly felt his legs slow, and he glanced downward.
‘!’
Where the curse had made contact, the train had turned pitch-black. Standing on that corrupted section warped his vision and filled him with nausea—the curse’s full effect.
‘A spatial control curse!’
Curses that bound space and location were advanced techniques taught only to specialists in their late second year or third year.
Simon recalled the curse Bahil had cast upon the classroom itself during midterms to catch cheaters.
‘There’s nowhere to run!’
The entire train was being consumed by the curse.
While Simon’s movements grew increasingly sluggish, Merida—perched atop her quilt—showed no mercy, continuing her relentless bombardment without pause.
‘Nngh!’
Several curse impacts struck before he even realized it. Heat surged through his entire body, his forehead burned like an ember, and his breathing grew ragged.
And beneath it all, an overwhelming drowsiness engulfed his whole being. Every curse, regardless of its individual effect, ultimately manifested as fatigue tormenting him, drawing him inexorably toward Sleep.
‘As expected of Merida.’
This was the true strength of the Curse Department’s representative.
As Merida overwhelmed the Student Council President one-sidedly, the roar of the crowd swelled. Especially among those who’d wagered on the Curse Department’s victory—Merida’s supporters grew louder still.
“Brilliant! Take him down!”
“Isn’t she Phantasus Hu Ikel’s younger sister?”
“Ah, is that so? That explains it!”
The announcer shouted excitedly.
-Ah! Student Council President Simon Polentia is being overwhelmed! At this rate of assault, it would seem wise to abandon the train entirely—but why isn’t he surrendering?
Once Merida entered her Selfless Reverie state, any opponent, no matter who, would be forced into a defensive position.
But this was not a Duel Evaluation. In combat between Necromancers, fighting the opponent when they’re at their strongest is fool’s work.
Moreover, Simon was accumulating curses simply by remaining on the train. The sensible choice would be to concede this single train quickly and seek out another elsewhere, but Simon did not make that choice.
“Kya-haha! That guy hasn’t changed a bit!”
Eshu, a professor from the Poison Studies Department who was providing commentary for this match, laughed heartily with her arm propped behind her head.
The announcer beside her eagerly seized on her words.
“Why isn’t he running away?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
A grin spread across her face.
“I’m in awe of your insight, Professor!”
“How did you predict that the Student Council President wouldn’t abandon the train?”
The third-year students rubbed their hands together as they posed the question to Bahil.
And then.
Bahil and Byeol-Ya answered almost in unison.
“Because they’d hate to lose.”
“Because losing would be unbearable.”
Byeol-Ya grinned, her jagged shark-like teeth bared.
“Watch this—he’s about to counterattack. There it is.”
Whoosh!
Simon, battered and broken beneath countless Curses, finally unfurled the Magic Circle he’d prepared in his right hand.
From the flat, two-dimensional Magic Circle, three-dimensional strands erupted, intertwining and weaving new shapes and formulas as they spiraled outward.
Simon, conjuring the three-dimensional tower of his Magic Circle, took the relentless barrage of Curses upon his body while aiming his own Curse skyward at Merida above.
<Simon Original – Sleeping Deimos>
The cry of a whale shook the Arena.
A torrent of deep blue water surged forth, tearing through the output of Merida’s Curse barrage and striking her directly, blanket and all.
“Whoa!”
The spectators erupted in excitement, leaping from their seats at Simon’s brilliant counterattack after so much one-sided punishment.
Thump.
Simon staggered backward and dropped to one knee against the side of the train. One eye was squeezed shut as if it wouldn’t focus, but his lips curled upward in a smile.
‘A long-range Sleep that puts even a fully grown adult Deimos to sleep. But.’
For most students, that would’ve been the end of it—unconsciousness. For Merida, though, “sleep” meant something entirely different.
Especially when she was already in a dream state, caught between waking and sleeping.
Whoosh!
Her body rose up and away from the blanket, climbing higher and higher into the air. As she lay suspended, her entire frame trembled precariously.
“Ugh—”
A sound of anguish leaked from between her teeth.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
Boom!
Boom!
Hundreds—no, thousands of Curses erupted from every inch of her body, exploding into the sky. They swept past Simon’s train and began bombarding the entire Arena simultaneously.
“What—what is this!”
“Stop! Merida! You’re hitting us too!”
Even the Curse Department students on her own side were caught in the onslaught without exception. Everything moving within the radius became her target.
[Merida Hu Ikel : 17 Kill / 0 Point]
Merida’s complete Rampage.
No one could stop her. Only her kill count kept climbing on the Mana Screen displayed across the Arena.
Students throughout the Arena scattered frantically, avoiding Curses whether it meant abandoning the train or not, and in the chaos, Simon swiftly commandeered the vehicle.
“What kind of absurd match is this?”
The spectators sat stunned.
-Just as I thought! A masterstroke from Student Council President Simon Polentia!
The announcer shot up from his seat.
-He triggered Merida into a Rampage, turning her dream-state bombardment range across the entire Arena! As a result, not only the Curse Department students on her own team but nearly every student caught the brunt of it! Magnificent!
Merida collapsed to the ground only after unleashing nearly a thousand Curses in one furious volley.
“……Huh.”
She jolted awake and sat up.
Her sleepy eyes went wide, her skin glowed with vitality, and her hair gleamed with luster. She’d slept so well that energy surged through her entire body.
“No.”
She clutched her face with both hands, as if sensing something was wrong.
“I’m not drowsy. I’m wide awake! This isn’t normal. This isn’t me. This is…….”
“Hey, Merida.”
Simon approached with a grin. Merida flinched and turned her head away.
“Sleep well?”
“Simon……!”
Her eyes hardened.
“You made me feel refreshed! I’ll never forgive you!”
She threw both arms up and began preparing a Curse.
But such unusual conditions could hardly yield good results. She made several calculation errors as she prepared even a single Curse, and finally, a miscalculation caused it to detonate mid-formation with a bang, fizzling out entirely.
“…….”
Her body, struck by her own failed Curse, began to petrify and harden.
Simon smiled at ease, raising his fingertips in a casual gesture.
“Anytime later—a challenge is always welcome.”
The Bone Spear that flew from behind reduced her Barrier Gauge to zero.
[Simon Polentia : 1 Kill / 3 Points]

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In this train seizure tournament, the rule was that once a competitor’s Barrier Gauge reached zero and they were eliminated, they could return to the battlefield ten minutes later.
But Merida, once she was cleansed of the curse, couldn’t muster her full strength even after returning. The most threatening and formidable opponent in this match had been neutralized.
In the end.
-The match is over!
1st Place, Summoning Studies Department: 7 Points.
2nd Place, Necromancy Department: 5 Points.
3rd Place, Dark Reversal Magic Department: 4 Points.
-The victory in this second-year train seizure tournament goes to the Summoning Studies Department!
Cheers erupted as if everyone had been waiting for this moment.
Toto and Eshu, who had participated in the train seizure tournament with Simon, along with the other students, rushed toward him with loud cheers.
Simon didn’t hide his joy either, embracing them all and exchanging high-fives.
“…….”
They’d lost.
The third-year students from the Curse Department watching from the stands trembled with dread, stealing glances at Bahil.
Bahil simply touched the brim of his hat, pulling it down as if to hide his expression.
‘It’s ruined. It’s all over now.’
‘This is driving me insane. Really.’
Then.
Bahil rose to his feet.
The third-year students flinched and scrambled to their feet after him.
“S-sorry, Professor!”
“Please, just one more chance! Next time, we’ll surely……!”
“…….”
Bahil’s eyes turned toward them.
Just as they squeezed their eyes shut, bracing for a curse to strike at any moment.
“It’s unfortunate, but there are matches that don’t go as planned, aren’t there?”
“???”
The third-year students opened their eyes. Bahil turned his back.
“Let’s go.”
He moved forward with the sound of his footsteps. The third-year students exchanged glances.
‘Did Professor Bahil……’
‘Just smile?’
Simply.
Incomprehensible—that’s what the students thought of this man.

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Even after the train seizure tournament ended, the Summoning Studies Department students remained intoxicated by their victory.
“Incredible! Incredible! I never thought the Curse Department would crumble so easily!”
Eshu laughed gleefully as she spoke.
This train seizure tournament had been evaluated as the event most favorable to the Curse Department.
Even if they reduced an opponent’s Barrier Gauge to zero and knocked them out, they could only sit out for ten minutes. It was a tournament where the risk of elimination was relatively low.
But the Curse Department could simply curse their opponents to neutralize them, keeping them locked out not just for ten minutes but for the entire duration of the match.
In fact, they’d done exactly that to several students—leaving them cursed or stringing them up in trees. Other department members had struggled to rescue their trapped allies and break the curses, leaving them unable to focus properly on the train seizure tournament.
But Merida’s indiscriminate rampage had completely flipped the situation, and even after the berserk state wore off, she couldn’t generate her full power.
Ultimately, the Curse Department, which had been favored for first place, was pushed down to the lower ranks.
“Ah, here it is.”
Toto flipped through her notebook, checking the next schedule.
“It starts in five minutes. If we want to catch our department’s next match, we’d better hurry!”
“What’s the next event?”
At Simon’s question, Toto grinned.
“Remember? That ‘two-person team’ match you proposed to Pier? That’s the one coming up!”
The moment he heard that, Simon was already sprinting ahead.
“Come on, everyone! Hurry!”
No matter what else, he couldn’t miss this one.

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Selute Arena.
Students from all seven departments stood with their legs bound, waiting. Yet every contestant present kept stealing glances at one figure, nervous and hesitant.
“…….”
“…….”
A tremendous killing intent radiated from the center of the arena.
Like reflections of their opposing natures, a girl with jet-black hair and another with platinum-blonde hair stood with one leg bound, facing each other.
—All right then! Prepare for the match, please!

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