Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 640

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 640
“I’m the proof that goddess is a fake, Rette.”
Foolish, Rette thought.
A necromancer who wields the power of darkness, cloaked in holiness and wearing a holy undead form, stood before a saint whose faith was wavering and declared himself the standard by which to judge.
That idiot was the very definition of absurdity.
It would have been more plausible to believe that giant was the real Deva—such was the strangeness of the power he commanded.
Yet somehow, like a lie made true, her heart found peace.
A man who moved between priest and necromancer. For reasons she couldn’t fathom, the goddess had promised him such power.
—Unless the goddess reveals herself, humanity cannot know the goddess.
It was a teaching from Rahel, professor of Efnel. The goddess existed beyond human reason and understanding, a being that could never be fully comprehended by mortal thought—that was Rette’s faith.
But what stood before her now was something else entirely.
‘A god crafted by human thought. A god made for humans to believe in.’
Rette finally pushed herself to her feet.
The irony of it—a necromancer becoming the pillar of her faith.
Yet she felt certain that if this boy in the Pure White Cloak would fight beside her, she would not waver again.
“There’s a limit to how stubborn you can be.”
She spoke curtly, unwilling to admit the truth, but the boy merely smiled at her.
[How interesting, human.]
Ever Kire’s voice reverberated across the space.
[I believed the Authority to distort and reveal was mine alone.]
“No.”
Simon raised the Sword of Ruin.
“My power is real. It’s not distorted or manipulated.”
With a sharp metallic ring—
He pointed it toward the distant goddess’s neck.
“Don’t compare us. You’re a fake.”
[You dare insult me. This world IS the true reality, the genuine one! And soon it truly shall be!]
Ever Kire’s supernatural ability could transform distorted events into things that actually occurred.
What they saw now wasn’t yet ‘reality’—it was an alternate future that branched off from the present like a divergence point.
For now, only those directly caught in it and those in the arena were affected.
But if Ever Kire’s plan came to fruition, it would impact not only those here but people beyond the island as well. Rocksum would crumble, and the false goddess would descend into reality.
Before that could happen—
“I’ll stop it.”
Battle erupted again. Simon stomped hard against the ground and shot forward.
His target: the distant goddess’s neck, far beyond the island’s edge.
“Simon!”
Rette called out as she rushed to catch up with him.
“You can’t reach there on foot! Ride with me!”
“What?”
She swept her hand, and a white magical circle unfurled. From within it leaped a divine beast with a fluid, graceful body—a white dragon.
It was Lan, Rette’s primary divine beast and her specialty as a Divine Beast Studies major.
“Lan!”
-Kyarrroooong!
Though her cry was still youthful, her body had grown considerably. Before Simon could even mount, Lan bounded forward and caught him on her head, lifting him up.
“You’ve grown so much!”
-Kyalung!
As Simon stroked her head affectionately, she showed her delight. Rette, seated near the tail, shouted:
“Hold on tight!”
Whiiiiiiing!
The white dragon ascended like a shooting star in a burst of movement. The tremendous speed and rushing wind made it hard to think. Everywhere Lan flew, she left trails of pure white light behind her.
[Humans must not challenge the gods!]
The goddess raised both arms, and stars—manifestations of Rette’s own Authority—began to bloom around her.
Tsk. Rette’s tongue clicked in irritation.
“Without the Essence of a Saint, she’s just recreating my power exactly as it is.”
“And that’s not all.”
Simon pointed toward the ground.
Now wheat was rising up across all of Rocksum. This was the Authority of the Saint of Harvest.
“It seems that fake goddess can absorb any and all forms of power manifested through holiness and make them her own.”
If that goddess truly became a force in reality, and absorbed all the white magic of the continent—
Then she would reign as a true god.
“Worship such a hideous god for the rest of your life?”
Rette swept her arm back.
“I won’t live like that.”
“So we have to strike her down here.”
The goddess’s offensive began. Starlight burst and sparkled around them, and countless comets with long tails rained down toward Simon, Rette, and Ran.
“Counterfeit authority!”
Rette matched her without yielding, drawing her backswept arm forward. Stars glimmered as comets now cascaded from behind her position as well.
The procession of stars arriving from opposite directions collided headlong.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
“Ugh!”
Simon bit his lip. The light from the stars colliding and bursting threatened to blind him, and the deafening roar felt like it would shatter his eardrums.
“Ran!”
Shriek!
A comet that wasn’t knocked down but came straight at them was destroyed by Ran unleashing a Holy Breath.
“Simon! Please handle the ones coming from above!”
“Got it!”
Simon gripped the Sword of Ruin and swung it with all his might. As he split the sky, the descending stars cracked and split in two, tumbling into the sea.
‘Just a little more, just a little more!’
He pushed through the comets, closing the distance to the goddess.
But once he’d passed the halfway point, the goddess doubled—then tripled—the number of incoming stars.
“There are too many stars!”
Countless gleaming stars surrounded the goddess. Could he break through all of them?
“It’s complete!”
Of course, Rette had another move. She gripped a magic circle resembling a constellation that she had just created in her palm.
“What—what did you just complete?”
“Get ready to become a star!”
Rette placed her palm against Simon’s back.
“Here we go!”
“W-what are you—what are you trying to do!”
Simon’s body was engulfed in starlight.
And.
─────────!
Transformed into a comet, he was launched straight forward.
An impossible spatial leap.
The other stars the goddess had launched barely missed him, and the moment Simon came to his senses.
‘Ah!’
The goddess was right before his eyes. His slack expression finally curved into a smile.
“Nice!”
Fire spread through his mind. Simon withdrew his Holy Power, transforming once more from Priest back to Necromancer.
His brilliant white cloak became a dark, shadowy mantle, and black light poured from Pier’s Skull as well.
The Core churned violently, supplying Darkness to every corner of his body.
His mind burned hot, every nerve in his body ignited, optimizing him for combat as a Necromancer.
‘Through space itself!’
Simon’s body accelerated in midair.
His target: the god before him.
‘The sensation of tearing through!’
Slash!
The power of the Ancient Undead was strongest when he was a Necromancer. The blade cut through her shoulder and down to her abdomen, and white blood sprayed forth like a fountain from the wound.
Shrieeeeeeeeeeeek!
The goddess’s cry of anguish sounded less like a god and more like a monster.
[The target is far too large, boy!]
Pier’s voice echoed inside his mind.
[Complete severing is impossible!]
‘But the blow is getting through! Let me keep pressing!’
Simon condensed Darkness into the Sword of Ruin, then spun his body and unleashed it toward his rear. The ejected Darkness propelled Simon forward.
Thrust!
Simon planted his feet on the goddess’s slanted abdomen. Above the mountainous form of her body, the two massive eyes looking down at him and Ever Kire’s silhouette flickered into view.
‘I’ll bring her down, no matter what!’
Simon stepped off the Darkness and leapt upward. Small comets flew at him from all directions, but he weaved freely to evade them.
But.
‘Too big!’
The goddess’s body, vast as a fortress, showed no sign of drawing closer no matter how hard he ran.
[Boy! Above you!]
Simon looked up. The goddess’s palm, incomprehensibly massive, descended with warped space in its wake.
Simon immediately tensed his toes and launched himself upward, using the goddess’s body as a springboard.
Whoooosh!
A gale swept through as her palm passed beneath him, the wind tearing at his clothes.
While suspended in air, meteors cascaded down toward him—unavoidable in his position.

But he was ready.
Simon hurled bones from his satchel, and emerald luminescence flashed as two Skeletons latched onto his back.

Propelled by Cloud, he shot upward and evaded the meteors.
[Kahahaha! Indeed, a fine combination!]
Mid-air, Simon swung the Sword of Ruin in relentless arcs, carving slash after slash across the goddess as he climbed higher.
“I can do this!”
Countless blade marks scored the goddess’s body. In a state of perfect focus, Simon gritted his teeth and fixed his gaze on her head.
He was almost there.
He could see Ever Kire now.
“I can—”
Crash!
Then.
Simon felt the space warp just as it had when he first arrived.
His body was hurled backward first, the landscape around him stretching and distorting like pulled dough.
No time to react.
The goddess’s palm had struck him. Simon reached out toward the goddess, who seemed to recede endlessly.
‘So close…!’
[Boy!!]
Pier immediately repositioned behind Simon’s back, and the Guard’s Bone Armor abandoned flight to cling thickly to Simon’s body for protection.
Boom!
Simon’s body bounced off the ruins of Rocksum.
Crash!
Crackle-crackle-crack!
Snap!
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!
Simon’s body ricocheted violently across the ground, bones scattering in all directions with each impact. Dust rose in clouds as he tumbled helplessly, the world spinning before his eyes.
Then his consciousness cut out.

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“Ah!”
Simon’s eyes snapped open.
A blood-red sky stretched overhead.
Stars poured down like an apocalypse, and lightning crashed across the heavens.
His vision swam, and the reek of scorched earth filled the air.
‘Is this… real?’
Had the world Ever Kire created become actual reality?
Had he failed to prevent the catastrophe?
Then, recalling the last moments of combat, Simon threw himself upright.
‘No—the battle isn’t over yet!’
He spotted a white-haired girl fighting in the distance.
“Haaaaaah!”
She held both arms raised high, pouring down stars.
And the goddess was sending stars toward Rocksum as well.
Across the island, he could see stalks of grain—the Power of the Saint of Harvest—wavering where they stood. Holiness shaped like seeds floated in the air, carrying the goddess’s strength across the vast divide.
‘At least Rette is holding on.’
This was no time to lie still.
Simon forced his trembling body upright through sheer will. As he did, the bone wrapped around his waist crumbled away with a crack.
Simon’s eyes cleared, and he cried out.
“Pier!”
Scattered across the ruins lay the remains of Pier’s skeleton, strewn in every direction.
[Keh-heh-heh! Don’t worry, boy. Given time, this will heal!]
Pier’s skull, half-buried in the earth, flickered with light. His voice crackled through the rubble.
“I’m sorry, Pier! Because of me—!”
Pier laughed, a sound like static.
[Forget the apologies. Think about what you can do right now!]
“……”
Simon nodded, his gaze sweeping across the wasteland.
Pier was in no condition to fight. The Sword of Ruin had vanished. The world itself had warped so completely that he couldn’t open a Subspace or call for Prince.
Could he really defeat Ever Kire and the goddess like this?
Boom-boom-boom-boom-bang!
A low rumble shook the ground.
Rette was losing ground—overwhelmed in the clash of authority. A torrent of stars continued to pummel Rocksum. At this rate, she’d fall first.
‘What do I do? How….’
Cough! Cough!
A dry cough sounded from somewhere nearby.
Someone alive.
Simon bolted toward the sound.
“Ah!”
A small-framed girl in a black school uniform, her hair cut short.
Sasha.
“Sasha!”
She lay among the ruins of the Arena, coughing beneath a fallen tree. Simon rushed over, summoning Darkness to clear the timber from her body.
Thankfully, her Kizen Uniform had protected her from serious injury.
“Are you all right?”
“……Yes.”
But then—
“Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!”
Her body convulsed violently, thrashing against the ground before suddenly lurching upward into the air.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
Darkness poured from her form, her consciousness slipping away.
A textbook Dark Backlash. Her entire body was beginning to collapse. And there—a thin white vapor trickling from the dark torrent.
It was unmistakable.
‘Holy power?’
Simon’s eyes widened.
He knew this holiness. It was the very same he’d felt from the Saint of Harvest.
‘Why does Sasha have holy power… Oh!’
Understanding struck him instantly. The Essence of a Saint, torn from Ever Kire’s body, had been drifting through this warped world—and it had chosen Sasha as its next vessel.
‘Of all the people here, why her?’
This was Sasha’s second time being chosen by a Saint’s Essence. Whether her talent lay with Necromancy or priesthood, she clearly possessed gifts of remarkable magnitude.
Simon himself had seen his mother, Anna, suffer after receiving a second Saint’s Essence in the years following her time as a saint—so he wasn’t entirely unprepared for the sight.
“Ngh—!”
Blood streamed from her mouth. If he did nothing, she would die.
‘Like it was then.’
Simon recalled the moment when Sasha had first received the Saint’s Essence and spiraled into rampage—when he himself had taken her essence into his own body to save her.
‘Let’s try it again.’
He couldn’t access the Legion Commander’s Power anymore. The Guard were depleted.
Simon reached out and seized Sasha’s hand, desperation burning through him.
“!”
The world around him shifted in an instant.
All sound vanished. Everything dissolved into white.
A void—nothingness itself.
And then—
[What are you?]
A woman’s voice, wary and alert.
[How did you get here?]

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