Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 625

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 625
Simon emerged from the park restroom, where he’d secretly prepared a Holy Magic Circle.
He walked with a leisurely, measured pace as if taking a stroll, and when no one was watching, he naturally laid the holy magic from his hand across the park’s ground.
Then, with perfect nonchalance, he continued walking and observed the people from a distance, positioning himself away from the site.
‘The moment people’s reactions appear — that’s what matters.’
Ten seconds to go.
Simon’s heart pounded roughly.
‘Focus.’
5.
4.
3.
2.
1.
Whoooosh!
The magic circle erupted from the ground in a dazzling radiance, and glowing letters blazed across the air.
Since it was broad daylight, the effect wasn’t as pronounced. The ordinary passersby who happened to catch a glimpse assumed Kizen was hosting another event and paid it little mind.
……
But there was one person who reacted with unmistakable meaning.
Simon had been watching this one figure in the park. Though their face was completely hidden beneath a deeply pulled hood, their trembling shoulders and jerky, stiffened movements made it obvious to anyone that they’d been startled.
The message Simon had written was nothing other than:
[You’ve been discovered by a Necromancer. Flee this place now.]
The person didn’t look around in panic. They simply pulled their hood down further and rose from their seat, beginning to move away.
But to Simon’s eyes, that very behavior only seemed more suspicious.
“Excuse me.”
Simon boldly approached and spoke. The person stopped abruptly in their tracks.
“I’m from the Student Council.”
Simon displayed his Student Council Armband, and the figure slowly turned to face him.
“What is this about?”
A young woman’s voice.
The fanatic suspect who had entered Kizen, Ever Kire, was also a woman. Simon spoke, tensing slightly.
“Kizen’s authorities have received reports concerning explosives. I’d like to ask for your cooperation in verifying this matter.”
“……Explosives?”
“Yes. It won’t take long. I’d appreciate it if you’d come with us as a witness.”
“I believe there’s been some misunderstanding.”
The woman answered in a soft voice and unfurled her robe.
“I am Anna Shalmont, the young lady of the Shalmont household. Here is my identification……”
Simon was waiting for her to produce her credentials when he saw it an instant too late.
The blinding radiance pouring from within the robe.

Whoooosh—!
“Ugh!”
It felt as though his entire body was burning in sunlight.
As Simon faltered and raised his arm to shield his face, a new white sphere shot through the light and struck his chest.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Simon’s body flew several meters and skidded across the ground. The woman claiming to be Shalmont immediately turned and bolted, and the sudden explosion sent the spectators screaming and fleeing.
‘That just now—!’
Simon raised his head, his face twisted with strain.
‘That was White Magic!’
Moreover, she’d attacked first despite his identifying himself as Student Council.
There was no more need to hesitate.
“Kassan!!”
At Simon’s cry, Kassan, who had been waiting in the trees, descended immediately. He approached at a speed reminiscent of a wild predator, swinging his arm from behind.
Whoosh!
But she evaded it by lowering her head lightly.
‘She dodged Kassan’s surprise attack that easily?’
This time the fanatic woman extended her arm. Another ‘Holy Buster’ erupted in rapid succession, and Kassan stumbled back, startled, putting distance between them.
A Necromancer could suffer a fatal wound if struck directly by White Magic.
“Kassan! Keep running!”
The woman fled, Kassan pursued, and Simon kicked off from the building wall, running at full speed to close the distance in one burst.
The fanatic turned to Simon, cold sweat streaming down her face. Her expression screamed a single question: ‘How is the Necromancer still moving?’
“Stop right there!”
Simon raised his index finger, and bones erupted from the ground, launching skyward like arrows.
Shriek!
But light rippled once more across her arm, scattering the bones in wild trajectories or wrenching them from Simon’s control to tumble across the pavement.
‘As expected.’
Fundamentally, a Priest held elemental advantage against a Necromancer in direct combat. Simon braced himself—this pursuit wasn’t going to end quickly. He began channeling Chaos Magic.
“This is K-1! Pursuing a suspect believed to be Ever Kire!”
Kassan barked into the Communication Crystal, his voice sharp with urgency.
“Requesting immediate support! Cutting off escape routes is priority!”
-Acknowledged.
The fanatic bolted through the plaza and dove into an alley between buildings. Simon and Kassan pursued at full speed, their feet barely grazing the ground as they moved with Shadow Aura.
‘!’
The alley itself came alive. Bricks rose from the walls, reshaping themselves into something grotesque—a woman’s hand, slender-wristed with long fingers—and lunged at both pursuers.
Simon yelped and launched himself skyward; Kassan dropped low, pressing himself flat against the pavement to slip through.
Crunch!
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
As they lifted their heads, more than twenty brick-arms filled the alley around them. Each one bore rings on its fingers and boasted grotesquely elongated nails—a design that served no practical purpose, yet radiated deliberate menace.
“An Anomaly,” Kassan muttered, brushing dirt from his cheek.
He studied the formations as he spoke.
“Material Manipulation, even. It’s one of Ever Kire’s known abilities.”
“Let’s move!”
Both pushed off the ground and burst forward; the ringed hands converged to meet them.
“Huh!”
Simon anchored a Cloud against the building wall and vaulted into the air, then pushed off again, launching himself higher. The wall cracked under the force, and his body rocketed upward.
Long fingers writhed toward him like serpents, reaching from all directions.
Hong Peng Original – Sword Strike
Slash!
Simon’s right hand came down in a clean arc, bisecting the approaching arm. He threaded through the opening and broke free.
“Kassan!”
Boom!
Crash!
Remarkably, Kassan charged straight forward instead of evading airborne. That signature movement—like a paper doll dancing on the wind—continued, but his joints bent at inhuman angles, carving gaps in the assault that no ordinary body could navigate.
Whoosh!
He flowed across the ground, then lifted into the air, where he locked his body into a perfect rigid line mid-leap.
“!!”
Two arms passed through the narrow space. He unfurled and moved with sharp, predatory grace.
‘Of course it’s Kassan! I shouldn’t have worried.’
Simon poured on speed and resumed pursuit. Both landed hard and broke through the flooded alley, emerging to a clear view ahead.
The fanatic sprinted along the path with one arm stretched to her right.
“!”
And just beyond—framed against the distant Sea—sat clusters of civilians at shaded tables, enjoying their afternoon tea.
Boom!
Crash!
The ground erupted. Dozens of elongated brick-arms shot upward like breaching serpents.
“Agh! What is this—!”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Screams rang out from every direction.
“Civilians!”
“Simon! There’s more on the other side!”
Crack!
An arm burst from the building’s façade, ripped an entire roof section clean away, and hurled it toward the clustered tables below.
A glance passed between them—no hesitation, only action. They bolted forward like lightning.
“Ah.”
Shadow swallowed the world. The people stood frozen, mouths agape, staring up at the falling rubble.
Kassan hung suspended in the air, teeth clenched, and drove his fist toward the descending roof.
Hong Peng Original – Boxer
Boom!!
The moment his knuckles made contact, the roof shattered into fragments that rained harmlessly down. Simon followed, sweeping his arm brutally across the air like hanging laundry.
Bone Armor
Crack! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Bone Armor enveloped the people’s bodies, and they soared into the air, escaping. The arms that had risen from the ground swept through empty space uselessly, and debris from the roof fell onto barren earth.
“Everyone, flee!”
Simon shouted as he reclaimed his Bone Armor. Kassan, who had shattered the roof, was already far ahead, pursuing the fanatic. Simon rushed after him.
—This is Raven Alister.
At that moment, a voice came through the Communication Crystal in Kassan’s possession.
—Barrier deployed. We’re narrowing the barrier net to capture the fanatic.
—This is D Team. Fugitive sighted. Engaging now!
From the communication chatter, Simon gathered that Raven operatives were positioned behind them, and now Kassan’s fellow agents were joining the hunt.
Simon was beginning to feel relieved when—
“?!”
Something catastrophic was unfolding.
Ahead lay rocky terrain. But from that rock face, massive female hands rose in succession, their fingers forming circles, crossing in strange configurations.
And floating above them was an enormous Holy Magic Circle the size of a plaza.
It was a wide-range White Magic attack that exposed Necromancers in that space to Holiness. The reinforcements who had arrived were helplessly hurled back by the mysterious Holy Magic.
Meanwhile, the fanatic was making her escape.
‘Damn!’
Simon drew forth his Darkness Element and bolted forward.
“Kassan! Circle around to the flank! I’ll signal you through the Communication Crystal!”
“Reckless, Simon! Wait for additional support!”
Simon charged alone into the Holy Domain, where dazzling light poured down.
‘At this density of Holiness, my own Holiness should be able to mask me!’
Simon’s mouth curved upward. The moment he felt his entire body tingling, he flipped the switch.
‘I can do anything!’
The Darkness Element drained from his body, and new power surged through him. Transformed into a Priest, Simon tore through the field of light.
“?!”
The fanatic, who had been preparing a Teleport Magic Circle in Holiness, wore an expression of shock.
“Impossible! How is a Necromancer inside a Sacred Domain Magic…!”
“This much is nothing!”
Simon opened his palm and drove his clenched fist downward beneath it.
“Pathetic!”
A brilliant light flashed down from the sky and crashed into the Teleport Magic Circle. The formula that was being prepared suffered damage, its balance collapsed, and other elements began twisting violently in cascade.
“…This monster!”
The Priest spun around and fled.
When Holiness proved ineffective, she manifested hands through her Supernatural Ability and swung them; but Simon evaded with nimble movements and gave chase.
[Kahahaha!]
Pier’s Fragment, watching from a distance, laughed loudly.
[For the Priests, this boy is a nightmare indeed!]
The fanatic fled from Simon, escaping her own Magic. As Simon pursued her recklessly, trees and undergrowth soon crowded his vision. They had entered the Forbidden Forest.
“Kassan! We’re in the Forbidden Forest! You’re tracking my position, yes?”
—Confirmed. I’m going in first.
Simon maintained a steady distance behind the fanatic as he ran. It was a measured pursuit—he had already begun analyzing her strength. The longer the distance, the slower her hand-summoning Ability became.
A rabbit drive.
Now time was on his side.
Necromancers from across Rocksum were closing in. No matter how long she ran, she would eventually collide with the Barrier being directly controlled by a Raven-class agent.
‘I will capture her, no matter what!’
The Dark Festival was everyone’s celebration.
To ruin such a festival and worse—to commit terrorism and take lives—was something he could never forgive.
Thud!
At that moment, a collision rang out ahead.
‘It’s Kassan!’
Crash!
Boom!
In quick succession, trees snapped and the sounds of fists and limbs colliding echoed. Simon pushed through the undergrowth and broke into the open.
Crack!
Thwack!
Kassan and the fugitive were locked in fierce combat, trading blows. With each fist that connected, the air trembled; with each kick that crossed, the ground beneath their feet sank and splintered.
A clash between Combat Magic and Holy Combat.
Pop!
The fugitive seized Kassan’s outstretched arm and wrenched it sideways.
Crack!
She stamped down on his heel, snapping it at an angle it was never meant to bend, driving it into the ground.
Aaaaaaagh!
Kassan screamed in agony. Her knee rose in a blur, striking his jaw and launching him skyward; she grabbed his airborne hair and drove his head down into the earth.
Bang!
An enormous crater opened beneath them. Dust erupted as the ground collapsed a full story down, centered on where they landed.
‘This can’t be happening.’
Simon’s mouth fell open.
‘She just beat Kassan in close combat?’
“I did.”
Her pupils blazed with pure white light.
Vrrrrr…
Vrrrrr…
“Does this amuse you?”
A hundred massive arms rose around her in a circle, crossing and bending as they wove a casting. Cold sweat beaded on Simon’s forehead.
It came back to him then—
The Saint of Harvest’s question, echoing in his mind.
—But here’s the fundamental doubt: can you people actually beat Ever Kire?
Simon’s face had gone white. He laughed through the cold sweat running down his temples.
“……Of course we’ll win!”
Snap!
Pop!
Kassan’s joints twisted in an unnatural spiral, his entire body wrapping around the fugitive like a serpent.
“Hrgh!”
The legs and elbows he’d thought were shattered moments ago moved perfectly. Blood dripped from Kassan’s lips as he cried out.
“Now! Simon!”
Whip!
Tendons stood out along Simon’s forearm. In one fluid motion he drew the Purple Spear from his waist and hurled it, his weight forward on his front foot.
Simon Original – Chaos Spear
Chaos Magic tore toward the fanatic in a violent arc.

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