Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 642

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 642
The boy.
Had severed the neck of a living god.
Dull, matted hair whipped about uselessly, and in its wake, a colossal mass plummeted into the sea.
Simon hovered in the sky, suspended by the power of Saint’s Power, watching the scene with an unmoved gaze.
Now all that remained was the goddess’s upper half, its raw neck stump exposed, standing vacant and still.
[Ha……!]
Ever Kire clutched her own face with both hands.
[Kekekekekeke! Keke! Heheheh! Ha! Hahahaha!]
She threw her head back and let loose a wild laugh, her torso arching back with the force of it.
She was clearly not in her right mind. Simon’s voice came sharp as a blade.
“The god is dead. Now there’s only you left.”
[The god is dead, you say?]
Ever Kire’s neck creaked and groaned as she fixed her gaze on Simon.
[Never. Never. Never. Never!]
She spread both her arms wide.
[You should have realized it when you severed my neck just now! A god is not a living thing! Do not presume to define divinity by the standards of mortal life!]
Radiance erupted from Ever Kire’s body once more. Blood poured in streams from her eyes, nose, and mouth.
[My god!]
She was making a wish to resurrect her god.
Simon could not allow it. The moment he lowered his stance to launch himself forward——
Screeeech!
Space warped, and a massive divine hand came at Simon from his blind spot. He managed to block it with the scythe in his grip, relying on pure animal instinct, but he could not stop the crushing force behind it.
‘Ughh!’
In that instant, Simon twisted his direction toward Rocksum.
Space stretched on and on, seeming endless, until finally his legs touched solid ground and he slid to a halt.
Scraaape-scrape-scrape!
His legs tore long gashes into the earth.
The wheat around him rose up as though alive, bracing his back and steadying him.
‘Damn it—how far did I get pushed back?’
Simon wiped cold sweat from his brow and looked ahead.
In the distance, the headless goddess swayed and writhed. Slowly, her two arms began to move, and she touched the place where her neck had been severed.
Tap. Tap.
Those frantic movements were filled with bewilderment—the shock of finding absence where there should have been presence. Then——
────────────!
The headless goddess let out a wail.
A sound of eerie character, as though air were pouring directly from the severed stump without passing through vocal cords or mouth. White lightning fell, and waves crashed with savage fury.
[Wait just a moment, please! My goddess!]
Ever Kire descended and dove headlong into the hollow cavity of the goddess’s neck.
[I, who was originally a part of you, shall return to your embrace!]

* * *
Simon bit down on his lip.
Every instinct screamed for him to charge at the goddess again.
‘…… This is bad.’
A burning, searing pain flooded through him. Every muscle in his body twisted and tore.
The Essence of Purification that lingered within Simon’s form was beginning to backlash against the power of the Essence of Harvest.
“Ugh!”
Faint blood dribbled from his mouth. This was dangerous. His Divine Power threatened to run amok at any moment, to shatter his body from within.
“Simon!”
Rette saw his condition and hurried over.
“What’s wrong?!”
Simon cried out, drops of sweat falling from his brow.
“Bring the Saint of Harvest here! Now!”
“What?”
“Hurry! Please!”
Rette asked no further questions and spread her Authority, sensing the Divine Power. Then she sent Rette’s creature to fetch the Saint of Harvest. The saint was still unconscious.
“Are you alright? What’s suddenly wrong?!”
Rette sat down beside Simon in alarm, her voice shaking. Simon stared ahead vacantly, his mind racing.
‘How can I send the Essence of Harvest back?’
There was no time to recreate the Essence removal surgery Anna had undergone, nor could Simon recall it clearly.
But.
‘If I could receive an Essence, then I can give one too……!’
Simon reached out slowly and grasped the Saint of Harvest’s hand.
Then.
‘!’
The world turned white.
[Oh, thank you! You kept your promise?]
The image of the Essence of Harvest he’d seen before was smiling. The pain and vertigo were fading rapidly.
A contract with the Essence of Harvest.
It was to fight after receiving her power, then return her to the Saint of Harvest. Simon had no reason to refuse—the backlash would prevent him from maintaining the Essence’s power much longer anyway.
If he kept the Essence any longer, he would die.
[Oh, and one more thing.]
She pointed behind him. Simon turned to look.
Two white thrones.
One was wreathed in flame; the other was sculpted from grass and wood.
[Now that I’m in your body, I understand—your having the “Qualification” was no accident.]
“……Qualification.”
[That’s right. If you continue collecting the remaining seats one by one. And if all seven thrones gather beneath your feet.]
As his vision grew dimmer, he saw her lips curve upward.
[I’m curious what will happen. O First and Only Saint.]

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“Gasp!”
Simon’s eyes opened again.
His white hair had turned blue, and his eyes had returned to normal.
Steadying his chest and breathing heavily, he found Rette’s face right before him. She was trembling, her shoulders hunched as she clutched his hand in shock.
“Y-you scared me!”
“……?”
He wondered why she was so flustered, then felt a sting on his cheek. Simon touched it, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Did you hit me?”
Heat flooded her face.
“W-what was I supposed to do! You just closed your eyes and wouldn’t wake up!”
A saint should be thinking about treatment, not pummeling her patient.
Simon let out a small laugh and pushed himself upright. With the Essence of Harvest gone, his body felt considerably lighter.
“Where is Ever Kire?”
“There.”
Rette pointed toward the sea. The headless goddess was radiating Sanctity across her entire form.
“Ever Kire and the goddess’s fusion is nearly complete. She’s about to attack.”
Rummmmmmmmmble!
As if answering the words, the goddess wielded Rette’s Authority.
Her body transformed into starlight that surged into the air, only to plummet toward the heart of Rocksum at the speed of light.
Boom!
Rette hastily deployed a barrier of Sanctity. Rocksum trembled across its entire expanse, cracks spiderwebbing outward as chunks tumbled into the sea.
[Ahhhhh—]
Ever Kire’s voice echoed.
The upper body of the headless goddess had become one with Rocksum’s bedrock. Even seeing it again, she was enormous. Her torso, which rose higher than mountains, surpassed any peak on Rocksum.
And arms of grotesque length. When she spread them wide, they reached from one end of Rocksum to the other.
[O wielder of Omnipotence like myself!]
And across the chest of the headless goddess, Ever Kire’s features manifested.
[Severing the goddess’s head with the power of Sanctity was a mistake!]
The goddess raised both arms toward the sky, and in her palms, Sanctity rippled.
That Sanctity took shape, transforming into the massive scythe he’d wielded when he severed the goddess’s neck.
[Ha ha ha ha! This power! This is exactly what I needed! With this power alone, the world will be mine!]
The scythe grew larger still as Ever Kire howled with mad laughter.
[Now and forever, every human born on this continent shall serve and worship the headless god!]
The sculptures scattered across Rocksum began to warp. Pillars and statues twisted into the form of the headless goddess raising her scythe. Her standards were being imposed upon the world itself.
Watching the goddess slowly forge the scythe, Rette opened her mouth in despair.
“What do we do now…….”
“Don’t worry.”
Simon rose to his feet with supreme confidence.
[Hahahaha! Hm?]
Ever Kire too noticed the anomaly. The scythe’s form refused to solidify, shifting ceaselessly.
Crack-crack!
Crack!
As if some catastrophic error had occurred, the scythe’s shape warped without end.
[Krgh!]
The goddess’s vast holiness was being sucked entirely into the scythe.
That alone was not enough. The goddess’s wrist fused with the scythe, and now it was attempting to draw in her entire body.
[How—how is this possible!]
Ever Kire made a wish.
For that Scythe of Final Command that Simon had used to be created perfectly, exactly as it was.
But that was, without question.
[Aaaaaaaaah!]
Beyond her power.
The goddess’s body was being pulled into the scythe, and by now the scythe’s size had grown larger than her form.
But a wish once made cannot be undone.
The wish strove to fulfill itself by endlessly reshaping the scythe’s form into an impossible configuration, and Ever Kire and the goddess’s strength were being consumed in the attempt.
A god was destroying herself.
‘What on earth.’
Rette stared at Simon intently.
‘What did that bastard just create? It definitely wasn’t a Saint’s technique.’
“Rette.”
“Yes?”
“Now’s our chance.”
Thud-thud. Thunk.
The world around them began peeling away like skin, falling to the ground in fragments.
It was the onset of decomposition. Beyond Ever Kire’s self-destruction, her ability itself was wavering for some reason.
Simon extended his hand.
“We have to strike before Ever Kire can stabilize the situation.”
Rette grasped Simon’s hand and got to her feet.
“What’s the plan? You’ve lost the Saint’s power too. My holiness won’t work on her.”
Simon let out a dry laugh.
“There’s a way.”
Presently.
The two advanced toward the rampaging goddess.
Simon had reverted to being a Necromancer. He slowly summoned darkness in his right hand, covered his left with the collected bone of Pier, and gripped the Sword of Ruin.
Rette channeled the Saint’s authority and summoned holiness in her left hand.
Whoosh!
Dash!
The two began running simultaneously.
The darkness and holiness in their respective hands swelled steadily larger.
“This will actually work, won’t it?”
“It has to!”
Simon answered.
“If the continents’ peoples don’t want to worship a headless goddess!”
“If your Rocksum doesn’t want to be laid to waste!”
As they drew closer to the goddess, the speed of their charge accelerated. Ever Kire seemed entirely absorbed in crafting the Scythe of Final Command, oblivious to the two approaching figures.
Simon aligned his right hand with Rette’s left. The orb of darkness and the orb of holiness swelled explosively in size.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The spheres of darkness and holiness collided precariously against each other, crackling. Both leapt skyward in unison.
“Haaaaaaaaaah!”
The two hurled their darkness and holiness as the spheres maintained contact, rotating in spirals as they flew toward the goddess.
Crash!
It was not yet finished. Simon raised the Sword of Ruin in his left hand. Its magical circle was covered densely with Simon’s blood magic circles.
The effect of this magic circle, taught in Blood Studies class, was “blood storage.” It held Simon’s SM-1 blood—one of the materials of chaos.
“I’ll add my power!”
Rette too drew down the power of the stars from midair and affixed it to the sword’s hilt.
The force of gravity.
Using that as his propellant, Simon roared and hurled the Sword of Ruin.
Crash-boom-boom-boom!
The greatsword, wreathed in starlight, streaked across the sky like a meteor, trailing brilliance in its wake.
It drove through the gap between the divine light and the dark shadow with perfect precision.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
Simon’s blood erupted between the holiness and darkness, violet sparks scattering everywhere. Simon and Rette crumpled to the ground like marionettes cut free, and Simon spat earth as he raised his head desperately.
“Please!”
Rette cried out behind him.
“Hit her!”
The violet light swelled larger and larger around the greatsword. Even Ever Kire, who had been struggling to wrench the Scythe of Final Command free, sensed the attack at last and pivoted her body.
[This wretched thing!]
She made her wish.
Stop.
Any attack in this world could simply be halted by her will—
[?!]
It didn’t work.
The Power of Chaos rushing toward her stained the world violet.
[What on earth—!]
The Scythe of Final Command, and this violet force as well.
Even the Authority that creates gods could not stop it.
[What exactly are you, you monster—!]
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The Power of Chaos tore through the goddess. At last, she crumbled.
‘We did it. We actually did it.’
Simon collapsed to the ground with a lighthearted smile on his face.
At last.
The false world began to crumble entirely.
Everything Ever Kire had warped was reverting to its true form.
The broken statues of the goddess returned to pillars and structures. The shattered fragments of the arena moved of their own accord, fitting back together, and Rocksum descended once more into the sea.
The goddess’s long arm reached toward the sky. Together with the Scythe of Final Command, which had never been completed. Her body was dissolving.
Shrieeeeeek!
The moment his eyes opened.
“Ah!”
At last, the empty arena as it had existed before the distortion began to come into view, piece by piece.

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