Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 639

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 639
Ever Kire’s body and head fell to the ground in pieces.
Splatter.
Simon descended from the air, his Black Cloak billowing behind him, and planted the Greatsword into the ground before exhaling the breath he’d been holding.
Then he examined his palms.
‘I felt the impact clearly.’
He’d cut down Ever Kire directly with the Sword of Ruin — that blade which denied all manner of regeneration and recovery in this world.
It was finished.
Simon clenched his fist, savoring the aftermath.
“Are you all right?”
Rette approached. Simon nodded in affirmation and straightened his posture.
“What about Ever Kire?”
Rette gestured with her chin toward the fallen figure. Ever Kire lay there in pieces, her body and head severed, while bright red blood pooled across the floor.
And within her belly, the Holy Maiden of Harvest had also been thrown clear by the impact of the fall, now lying motionless on the ground at a distance.
“Holy Maiden!”
“I shall examine her.”
Rette knelt before her and inspected her condition closely before speaking.
“The Maiden’s essence has been taken, but she lives. She has merely lost consciousness.”
Just then, a brilliant light rose skyward from the corpse of Ever Kire — what appeared to be the Maiden’s essence.
The Holy Vestments she wore vanished cleanly as well.
When a Saint dies, her essence departs across the continent in search of a suitable successor. Simon felt a wave of relief wash over him, confirming that Ever Kire was truly dead.
‘But there’s one thing that troubles me.’
This warped world that Ever Kire had created still hasn’t crumbled.
The Holy Maiden of Harvest’s consciousness hasn’t returned either.
[That’s right. That’s right.]
‘!’
Simon flinched and gripped the Greatsword tightly.
[That was quite the entertaining interlude.]
Whoooooosh—!
The blood that had pooled on the floor rushed backward like a wave, and Ever Kire’s head and body rejoined. As if time itself had reversed, Ever Kire stood upright where she had lain, rolling her neck as though it were stiff.
Simon’s jaw fell open.
“H-how is this possible? I was certain regeneration would be impossible—!”
[It’s not regeneration at all.]
Ever Kire laughed wickedly.
[I simply erased the fact that I was ever cut by that blade.]
She smiled.
As though mocking this entire world.
Crash—!
In that instant, a spear of light fell from the sky and pierced through Ever Kire’s back. Rette stood with her arm still raised, her expression ice-cold.
“Enough of your nonsense!”
[Truly.]
Rette’s eyes went wide.
Ever Kire, who should have remained a corpse, now stood before Rette, gripping her chin with a terrible smile spread across her face.
[You think that was nonsense?]
Rette’s body froze in shock.
“Rette!”
Boom!
Simon rushed forward and swung the Sword of Ruin, but Ever Kire vanished as if she had never been there, reappearing at a distance.
“Damn it!”
Rette scrubbed at her chin with her sleeve as though something filthy had touched it. Ever Kire smiled smugly.
[I am another god.]
She spread both arms toward the sky.
[An equal existence, born when the great Deva Goddess tore away her own flesh and created me directly.]
She placed a hand over her heart, her expression rapturous as she smiled.
[From the moment I was born, I understood that I was not meant to be human in this world. I wished to return to my own realm, but the Goddess did not permit it. I had a purpose, you see.]
As a child.
Abandoned by my parents at birth, I wandered the sewers, exposed to violence and abuse, cultivating madness and slowly dying.
Ever Kire once resented the Deva Goddess for bringing such trials upon her.
But now she understood.
[All of it was Original Sin! This world was accumulating Original Sin against me, a god! So that I could judge the world without hesitation!]
She scraped her face with two fingers, her nails tearing through skin and drawing blood as they raked downward.
[It was all the will of the great Deva Goddess! Yes! That’s how it was! First, I’ll destroy you filthy servants of death—the Necromancers and Kizen itself! Next, I’ll absorb Efnel, which distorts the Goddess’s teachings and spreads lies to the blind masses, into my doctrine and proclaim a new gospel! I’ll purify the world and build a new paradise! What do you think? Child of the Goddess.]
She reached out toward Rette.
[It’s not too late. Open your eyes. Forget Efnel’s teachings that blind you, and serve my revelation instead. Then I shall raise you to the station of a demigod, and beyond….]
Hah.
Rette exhaled deeply and raised her middle finger.
“Go to hell.”
Ever Kire sighed with disappointment.
[So you too are corrupted by false teachings, unable to see the truth.]
She slowly spread both arms wide to either side.
[My sin is grave.]
Her arms became fixed in the empty air, and then a Red Cross materialized.
Ever Kire soared into the sky once more, suspended upon the cross.
[I shall judge this island of demons and make it my paradise.]
As she spoke, her body dissolved into the air along with the cross and vanished.
“Be careful! We don’t know where she’ll strike from!”
“Right.”
Simon and Rette remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The ground trembled violently. Rocks and debris began shooting skyward.
“What is she trying to do now?”
Rette raised a protective barrier as she spoke. Simon’s face had gone deathly pale.
“The island…!”
It was rising.
Whoooosh—!
Whoooosh—!
The sea heaved and churned. Gales tore in from all directions. With a sound like something being ripped away, the island lifted into the air.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Weaker bedrock and cliffs crumbled and fell, while Rocksum, the largest fragment, ascended ever higher into the sky.
Like Efnel’s floating island.
‘Is such a thing even possible?’
Simon felt his mind spinning.
The sky grew darker, swallowing the gray clouds. Brilliant white lightning crackled down. Ever Kire remained invisible.
“…Simon.”
Rette pointed ahead with trembling fingertips.
Her face was twisted in terror.
“Look ahead.”
“Where? I don’t see anything.”
“Not directly ahead. Further out.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
It wasn’t on the island.
In the endless expanse of sky above,
beyond the gray clouds, through the rift in the fractured heavens,
‘Ah.’
something was pushing through.
A figure from another dimension.
It descended with faded golden hair streaming down, its impossibly long arms stretched outward.
Simon recognized who she was and glanced at Rette. She was no longer in her right mind, her spirit already ravaged.
‘That’s definitely…!’
A goddess.
Simon had seen her likeness before—in statues and holy relics.
Unmistakably the Deva Goddess.
This ineffable, colossal presence gazed down upon the world. Simon felt a holiness like the sun itself, something he had never experienced before.
‘Is this truly a god?’
A form that embodied the very image humanity had imagined and worshipped.
Her lower body dissolved into the void, invisible; only that massive torso loomed over the island. She had features—eyes and nose and mouth—but her pupils were black as an abyss, hidden beneath the veil of golden hair.
“Rette!”
Rette collapsed to her knees, trembling violently.
“What’s wrong?”
“…The holiness in my entire body…”
She retched, her hand clutching at her throat.
“She’s saying something.”
“What?”
“That is…….”
She stared at the goddess with eyes glazed in terror.
“That it’s not fake.”
The goddess spread her arms wide, and brilliant light poured through the dark clouds. Divine power flooded across the world.
“I can’t attack that.”
“Snap out of it, Rette!”
Simon shouted.
“You know as well as I do—that’s just an artificial creation made by Ever Kire!”
But Rette heard nothing; she stood trembling in pure dread.
[It’s natural for the Saint of Stars to react that way.]
Ever Kire emerged from the sky.
[Divine Power is a force that emanates from the great goddess. Any user of the Divine would have no choice but to feel it.]
Ever Kire smiled wickedly.
[The fact that its source stands before their very eyes.]
Grrrrrrrrr!
The goddess’s enormous hand tore through the gray clouds toward the island—the sight was utterly terrifying.
[Come into my embrace. Child of the goddess.]
Her palm opened wide, reaching to swallow Rette whole.
Simon swung the Sword of Ruin and sent forth a slash of sword light. As the blade-blue arc collided with the goddess’s palm, Simon threw his arm around Rette’s shoulder and hurled them both away.
Crash!
The palm struck empty ground. That alone was enough to crumble school buildings in the distance and reshape the terrain.
Simon looked down at her. Her condition was grave.
‘Divine Slump symptoms.’
Even Rette, a Saint, was overwhelmed—such was the terrible elemental incompatibility for any priest.
Simon skidded to a halt. The goddess loomed from the black sky, her form towering above the clouds.
She was impossibly vast. Pier’s strength alone could never fell something of such magnitude.
An enemy of such endless proportions would be perfect for Rette’s Authority to bring down stars, but her mental state looked precarious.
“Haa, haa.”
Rette bit her lip hard, her breath coming ragged.
“Rette! Fall back for now!”
“Don’t underestimate me. This much is……!”
She raised her arm high, pointing at the sky. Then, as though drawing a line downward, her hand traced a path across the heavens.
Divine Power ignited, and colossal stars fell upon the goddess in succession.
Even in the grip of Divine Slump, her willpower was superhuman.
But.
Whoooosh!
The moment the stars touched the goddess, they transformed into particles of Divine Power and were drawn into her body. Simon and Rette’s eyes widened in unison.
[How dare you attack the Mother with Divine Power that she herself bestowed.]
Ever Kire’s voice echoed across the sky. At the sight, Rette’s body began to tremble like an aspen leaf.
[Kneel, young Saint.]
Ever Kire opened her arms.
[Prostrate yourself before your goddess.]
Rette’s body lowered itself as though possessed, moving against her will.
In that instant.
“Rette!”
Simon roared and seized her face firmly with both hands. Then he brought his own face close to hers.
“Look at me!”
“?!”
Rette stared at him, her face gone slack with shock at what was happening to her.
“Is your faith so weak that the mere sight of that shakes it?”
“Nngh! Let go!”
Her face flushed crimson, Rette pushed frantically against Simon’s arms.
“What could a necromancer possibly understand! That is the Source of Divine Power……!”
“Then what about this!”
Simon raised one hand high.
‘I can do anything!’
Blaaaaze!
Divine power bloomed in Simon’s hand. Rette’s eyes widened.
“You said only those acknowledged by the Goddess could wield divine power! So what does it mean that I—a Necromancer—am wielding it?”
“……That… that is……”
“Think about it. When I first used divine power, what did you say?”
Her trembling lips finally opened.
“……That the Goddess must have had a reason for granting you divine power.”
“Exactly.”
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!
Rette’s eyes suddenly widened. Behind Simon, the star she had hurled was now being recreated by the Goddess and descending straight toward him.
“Danger……!”
“I’ll prove to you that this god is a fake.”
Simon raised his greatsword and closed his eyes.
Whoooosh!
Divine power began pouring from Simon’s body.
By all logic, the undead he had armored himself with should have been in danger.
Instead, the divine power settled into Pier’s Bone Armor. The skeletal plates blazed with white light, gleaming brilliantly. His cloak turned white from the shoulders down, and even his burning eyes shifted to a pale luminescence.
‘Ah!’
Rette’s mouth fell open.
Witnessing once more the existence of a divine Undead.
How could a deceased being—the embodiment of death—contain divine power, the energy of life itself?
Thud!
Simon stamped the ground hard with his leg.
Rette had said she felt the source when looking at that Goddess, but in this moment, with divine power manifested, Simon could be certain.
It was a fake.
He twisted his waist and extended his arm in a long arc. His white cloak whipped violently in the wind pressure.
‘Cleaving through space itself!’
Simon’s greatsword moves. Compared to the descending star, it was thin as a toothpick, yet the divine power within it blazed with brilliant intensity.
‘The sensation of a clean cut!’
Screeeeeeeeeech!
The star.
Split in half.
The massive star split left and right, passed over Simon and Rette, left deep gouges across the ground, and finally shattered into fragments.
Boom!
Rette could not tear her eyes away from Simon, his white cloak streaming behind him.
The Goddess’s power.
He had cut with the power the Goddess gave him.
“Not yet.”
Simon extended his arm.
His La Escrime, shining brilliantly as it flew—when he had cast it, there was no telling—was visible at a distance. The Goddess reached out to intercept it, but.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Crash!
This time, it was not absorbed.
Simon’s Holy Spear carved a long wound across the Goddess’s hand and passed through. The Goddess’s cry of pain echoed across the sky.
“Do you understand now? If that were a true Goddess, she would have stripped away my power.”
Simon shifted his greatsword to his shoulder, turned back, and smiled brilliantly.
“Look at me, Rette. I am the proof that this Goddess is a fake.”

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