Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 637

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 637
The veil of distortion lifted.
Simon had to face the ugly truth.
Department pillars where you could earn points by stabbing daggers into them.
But the pillars had human beings hanging from them—three-dimensional humans twisted and warped like two-dimensional paper, writhing around the columns in agony.
—Uuaaaaaah!
—Aaaaagh!
Spectators, minions, Necromancer agents, and seven people wearing clothes so mangled they were unrecognizable anymore—
Were screaming, drenched in blood from the flying daggers.
“……!”
Simon stared at the dagger in his hand.
It was shaped like a bright red cross.
‘What is this.’
His vision turned red.
The cheerful laughter of students throwing daggers echoed like a Spirit Wailing Song. When a dagger struck the end of a pillar, the crowd burst into thunderous cheers.
—Get it right!”
—Hit it!
Giggle-giggle-giggle-giggle!
Giggle-giggle-cackle!
His ears rang, and an extreme headache struck. Simon staggered, clutching his forehead.
Giggle-giggle!
Hahahaha!
Aaaaagh!
Hit it! Hit it!
Stop! Screeeeech!
Laughter and screams crisscrossed in his ears.
—One more!
Whoosh-whoosh-splash!
Then another red dagger flew at the pillar again.
Simon’s eyes became bloodshot.
Without thinking, his body moved first. He leaped into the air and caught the red dagger with his bare hand.
His palm split open, blood streaming out.
But he bit his lip and gripped the dagger hard. The Curse Department student who threw it looked shocked.
—Hey, that’s overdoing it.
Simon’s eyes blazed.
“Stooooooop!”
Clang! Clang!
The world snapped back to normal. At Simon’s enormous cry, everyone in the Arena froze mid-motion.
“What’s with him?”
“Is he insane?”
The students paid no mind and continued moving. One male student stepped on the Dark Element and jumped, trying to stab his dagger directly into the pillar.
“Yes! One more point……!”
Boom!
Before anyone could react—
Simon’s body burst forward like lightning, his deep blue eyes blazing as he seized the male student’s head. When the student’s eyes rolled upward, he saw a dark creature breathing over him.
Splash!
Simon hurled him straight into the water, then positioned himself in front of the pillar, raising both arms.
“Stop! Stop this now!”
But the students didn’t stop.
“What’s this? Some new strategy?”
“Ignore him and attack!”
Crack!
Simon bit his lip until it bled.
[Stop it!]
A furious Mental Communication erupted across the entire Arena. And Deimos, the Summoning Creature by the water who responded to his thoughts, opened its mouth wide and fired a barrage of water bullets toward the scoreboard.
<Ocean Current Bullet>
Kaboooooom—!
The massive scoreboard crackled and began to collapse. The students finally opened their mouths wide, staring at Simon.
“D-d-did he damage the Arena?”
“Is he actually insane?”
Murmur, murmur, murmur!
Only then did the referees and security personnel watching from the sidelines rush in.
“Student! What on earth are you doing?”
Simon cried out at them.
“You have to stop this match right now and evacuate everyone!”
“What?”
“There’s a Cultist in this arena!”
The security officers’ faces twisted grotesquely.
“……A Cultist?”
“Look, we’re in Rocksum. Student. Don’t talk nonsense…….”
Unable to contain his rage any longer, Simon spun around sharply and shouted.
“Ever Kiray!”
Clang! Clang!
At his cry, the pool water rippled and sent up waves.
“Why are you doing this? Come out right now!”
“Student!”
The security officers’ expressions grew increasingly hostile. The students stared at Simon as if to say ‘Is he insane?’, and the spectators voiced their displeasure at the sudden halt to the match.
Whoosh! Snap!
Magic circles unfolded from the security officers’ fingertips.
“If you keep this up, we’ll have no choice but to drag you out roughly—Student Council President or not.”
“Step over here.”
Simon, breathing heavily, shook his bangs and fixed them with his gaze.
Whoosh—
Though they had fought countless battles in their active service, they involuntarily flinched at the composure of this mere eighteen-year-old boy.
Growing even more flustered, they infused the magic circle with genuinely powerful curse effects—going far beyond simply subduing an unruly student.
“Raise both hands up now!”
“I said raise them!”
Simon ground his teeth.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
‘I was too hasty.’
Only now, as his heated mind cooled, did some sense return to him. His body had reacted first at the thought of rescuing the people turned to stone, but there was no way people would simply believe such a story on the spot.
‘What’s the best move? How do I make people believe me so I can get them to evacuate?’
Simon’s mind spun frantically. Dozens of simulations ran simultaneously, painting scenarios, yet none offered a certain solution.
‘At this rate……!’
“We will subdue him.”
Just as the security officers were about to fire their curses.
BOOM—!
A deafening explosion erupted from the empty spectator section.
Simon, the security officers, the students, and the spectators all turned their heads in unison. Snow-white explosions were detonating in succession.
“It’s a Cultist!”
A girl’s cry rang out.
Simon’s eyes went wide.
‘Rette!’
“A Cultist really appeared! Run!”
With her convincing shout, another snow-white explosion detonated before everyone’s eyes.
Thud.
A student in the arena dropped the dagger they’d been holding with a dazed expression.
To anyone watching,
it was unmistakably Holiness.
Gasp, gasp! Gasp!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
It’s really a Cultist!
Help us!
Don’t push!
The arena became chaos in an instant. Spectators screamed and began fleeing the arena.
The security officers who had been aiming at Simon had no choice but to move to search for the Cultist and control the crowd.
‘Phew.’
Simon felt his legs trembling as he crouched down on the platform. Looking ahead, he saw Rette on her tiptoes, signaling to him, before she ran toward him.
‘……That was truly the best call, Rette.’
That she would use Holy Magic herself and then cry out that a Cultist had appeared—she was clever indeed, and he was grateful she believed in him.
Simon pushed himself to his feet and stared ahead.
‘Ever Kiray has to be somewhere in this arena….’
[I won’t let her escape.]
Then.
[Infidels who blaspheme the will of the Goddess.]
A woman’s voice echoed across the entire arena.
Whoooosh—!
The water in the arena drained rapidly. Simon’s body descended in an instant, his feet touching the arena floor. The sky had turned a sickly crimson, and the clouds warped into grotesque shapes.
Boom!
Crash!
All the arena’s gates slammed shut. The fleeing spectators pounded on the closed doors, shrieking in terror, but it was useless.
Simon’s face hardened as he stared forward.
Glug—
In the center of the arena.
From the eyes and mouth of the Balqueze statue, where fresh water had cascaded down like a waterfall.
Blood tears began to pour.
Glug-glug-glug—
Wine-red liquid streamed down, drenching the statue crimson and pooling on the arena floor. Simon drew upon his Dark Element and waited.
[So there was an intruder.]
The voice resonated through the space.
[How did you know? How fascinating.]
Drip.
Drip.
The scarlet blood pooled on the floor.
The pool rippled as though alive.
And from within that pool.
Glug-glug-glug—
Something was rising.
“…!”
It was a red cross.
A tool of death used by the Sacred Federation to execute heretical prisoners.
And a woman was hanging from that cross.
‘No.’
The woman had bound herself to the cross willingly, her body wrapped in horrible thorns.
[Ah! Ah!]
Each time she thrashed in agony, the thorns raked across her skin brutally, carving wounds so deep her bones and organs were exposed. Blood poured without cessation.
Yet even as the wounds slowly closed and sealed, she convulsed again, only to be torn open once more by the thorns.
[Goddess!]
Though her wounds multiplied endlessly, she did not stop her self-mutilation.
Her eyes rolled back, showing only whites; her tongue jutted stiffly toward the sky; from her body poured an ocean of blood.
[Goddess, I beseech you—forgive the sins of this sinner!]
Her eyes glazed with fervor, she screamed through ragged breaths.
[This sinner must be punished! Must be punished! More! More! Greater suffering!]
For the inhabitants of the Dark Alliance.
Retch—
It was more horrifying than anything.
“Ahhhhh!”
Extreme grotesqueness.
A nightmarish vision.
Some people retched.
Even Simon struggled to keep his mind intact. It was as though the vision itself assaulted the spirit directly.
“Simon!”
Rette suddenly rushed to his side.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. But that…”
“Yes.”
Rette’s brow furrowed.
“It looks like it’s Ever Kiray.”
The emaciated face with hollow cheeks, the body with ribs laid bare—yet the black hair and those chilling eyes from the photograph confirmed it was her.
Rette stared at her writhing on the cross with disgust.
“What kind of sacrilege is this! There are limits!”
Simon nodded in agreement.
Her mental state was clearly anything but normal.
[It’s far too late now.]
Ever Kiray, suspended from the cross and writhing in agony, turned her empty, vacant gaze toward Simon and Rette. Her mouth had split open grotesquely, stretching far beyond the bounds of her face.
[All the preparations are complete.]
“Flee, student!”
Two security officers bolted into the arena and unleashed curses, but the spells they fired struck something invisible before reaching Ever Kiray and ricocheted back.
“……!”
“But she’s restrained—how is she blocking it? What did she use?”
Ever Kiray laughed with sinister menace. Her long, seaweed-like hair swayed side to side, amplifying the horror.
[Time for a little rest, I think.]
Shrieeeeeeek!
Suddenly, countless magical formulas ignited across the entire arena.
Simon sensed it immediately—a wide-range Holy Magic Formula that utilized the entire arena.
[Goodbye.]
Click—
With something like the sound of a lock disengaging, the Holy Magic activated.
The light drained from the security officers’ eyes, and they collapsed as if their bones had given way.
The Kizen students rushing to help rolled their whites and, unable to resist the momentum, tumbled face-first to the ground.
Thud! Thud!
The spectators fleeing from the stands.
Bang!
Crumple.
Those hammering on and shouting at the arena entrance.
All of them lost consciousness.
[Excellent.]
Ever Kiray released a terrible laugh, her body convulsing. Each spasm drove the thorns deeper, yet she seemed to revel in it, grinning hideously.
“……You.”
The fanatic’s head, which had been savoring her agony as divine punishment, lowered.
Simon, whom everyone thought had collapsed, was staggering upright.
“I won’t forgive you. Not you.”
[Oh ho.]
The fanatic hanging from the red cross tilted her head with an eerie creak.
[You’ve caught me by surprise twice now. How are you even moving?]
“It appears to be a formula that converts ambient mana into Holy Shock to incapacitate Necromancers, if I’m not mistaken.”
Flutter!
Rette cast off her robe.
Beneath it, her entire form was now clad in the pristine white uniform of Efnel.
“Something like that would never work on this creature. Not on a fanatic like this.”
[Star Saint.]
The fanatic suspended from the cross giggled.
[Daughter closest to the Goddess—why do you defy the Goddess’s will? Every Necromancer in this world must be destroyed. The same goes for the common folk who serve them. That is the will of the great Goddess.]
Rette’s eyes hardened.
“Don’t presume to interpret the Goddess’s will on your own.”
[Hehehehe.]
Ssshhhhick!
Then the thorn bush that had pinned Ever Kiray to the cross released her. She plummeted from the eighth-story height and crashed onto the ground.
The sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing echoed out.
Yet she twisted her body into an obscene shape and rose.
[Efnel is the one who has twisted the Goddess’s will.]
She spread both arms wide.
[I am the one truly chosen by the Goddess!]
Her body was enveloped in brilliant white light, transforming into the shape of garments. Rette’s eyes snapped wide.
“How could you possibly wear that……!”
A mere fanatic.
She was wearing the Holy Garment—vestments granted only to saints who carried divine blood.
[Care for an introduction?]
She seized her abdomen with both hands and wrenched it open. A pitch-black void yawned from within her belly, and from it, a long arm reached out.
“That’s……!”
Simon’s eyes flew open as he finally came to his senses.
Ever Kiray drew her long hand back from within her own abdomen, and pale golden hair spilled out—followed by eyes sewn shut with thread and a face ravaged by burns.
“The Saint of Harvest!”
While Simon and Rette reeled in shock, Ever Kiray giggled softly, grasping the limp hand and making a waving motion toward them both.
[Hello~ Hello~ Been a while, hasn’t it? I’m the Saint of Harvest, you see….]
Crack!
From the right came Simon’s Bone Spear; from the left, Rette’s La Escrime—both slammed against the barrier of holiness. Fury flashed in their eyes.
[Can’t even let me say hello.]
Ever Kiray spoke these words and spread both arms wide.
[Then!]
Whoooosh!
Whoooosh!
Both fighters flinched, their eyes snapping downward. Wheat was rising from the arena floor. Not just the floor—the walls, the stands, everything erupted into a tide of golden grain.
[The Goddess’s one and only servant, her one and only apostle—the Saint of Harvest, Ever Kiray!]
Her mouth twisted open like a monster’s.
[I shall prepare a holy war for you and you alone!]
A feast of mockery and distortion had begun.

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