Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 643

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 643
The moment my eyes opened.
“Ah!”
Only then did the empty arena begin to come into focus, piece by piece, as the distortion faded away.
‘Thank goodness. I’m back!’
Spectators and students lay strewn across the grounds in every direction.
The people had lost consciousness, but they appeared unharmed. Looking around, it seemed Sasha and the Harvest Saint had escaped safely as well.
“Are you alright?”
Beside me, Rette was slumped on the ground, her expression one of utter exhaustion.
Sweat poured down like rain, and her hair clung damply from the dust and dirt.
“What about you?”
Yet even so, her bright smile hadn’t dimmed.
“As you can see, I’m still breathing.”
“That’s a relief.”
“What about Ever Kire?”
Rette shrugged.
“Dead, surely. The goddess was destroyed, and that woman took a direct hit from our attack. So we must have been pulled back to the original reality.”
If that were true, it would be a mercy.
But I sensed it—malice rising faintly from the ground itself.
Whoosh—
Through the settling dust, Ever Kire was rising, creaking like a broken wooden doll.
A gaping hole ran through her chest where Chaos had passed, yet still she moved.
[Uuuuuhhhhh—]
Her mouth gaped open.
[Goddess, goddess, my goddess!]
She clawed at her own throat, gagging, then collapsed face-first onto the ground. Her head struck stone hard enough to draw blood, yet she lurched upright again, thrashing her head wildly, spittle flying.
Rette’s brow furrowed as she looked at me.
“Her condition seems to be getting worse.”
“It’s probably from being hit by my Chaos.”
Chaos carried a temporary effect of scrambling reason itself. Rette spoke with weary frustration.
“Just give it up, Ever Kire. Your plan has already failed. Please, just stay calm—”
[Failed?]
Her eyes rolled wildly in their sockets.
Even in the grip of Chaos, there was something chilling about that moment.
[No! Not yet! Not yet! Do you have any idea how much time I invested in this plan? That you defeated me was unexpected, but now the Sacred Relics I prepared are about to activate!]
She raised her arms.
[This time, I will resurrect the god—!]
Her words stopped. Cracks appeared across her body in several directions, as if she were splitting apart.
“I’m afraid that won’t happen.”
Thud.
A man appeared, sweeping his Crow Feather Cloak behind him, cradling a small dagger—or rather, something closer to a fruit knife in size.
When he threw the blade into the air, it unfurled like a map, transforming into the shape of a Magic Circle. Activating its Rune Language with a gesture.
Slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash!
Ever Kire’s body was bisected into eight pieces. She let out a scream of agony.
“Agent Aleistar!”
It was Neftis’s subordinate, the Raven Agent, who had worked alongside us through the entire Dark Festival.
“Good work, Student Council President. And Saint. I was waiting for you to emerge.”
Aleistar smiled kindly and then gestured.
“Secure her.”
Whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Necromancer Agents materialized in the air. They grasped the severed pieces of Ever Kire’s body with tendrils of Darkness and pulled.
[My body! These thieving bastards!]
Ever Kire unleashed Reality Manipulation. The fragments of her body tried to draw together like magnets, but the Necromancer Agents held firm, drawing their Darkness upward to resist.
“Prioritize evacuation of the wounded.”
At Aleistar’s next command, Teleport Magic Circles activated across the entire arena, moving the fallen civilians away. Transport-type Undead appeared to carry people, and Blood Flow Magic lifted others bodily to safety.
Evacuation of every civilian in the arena took less than a minute.
‘That’s truly impressive.’
I clenched my fist, exulting silently, as Ever Kire clawed desperately at the fragments of her own severed body, unleashing piercing screams.
[How dare you defy me, a god!]
“A fanatic who mistakes himself for a god.”
Aleistar muttered the words with perfect composure.
“I’m afraid your ambitions end here.”
[Hahahaha! Kehehehehehe! Do you truly think so? You have no idea what I’ve been preparing! This island is about to—!]
“The Sacred Relic you mentioned earlier.”
He withdrew a chalice from inside his cloak.
“You mean something like this?”
[!!]
Ever Kire’s eyes blazed crimson.
“I see I’ve guessed correctly.”
Aleistar dropped the Sacred Relic to the ground and crushed it beneath his heel. She convulsed in agony, her body writhing.
“We weren’t idle outside either. We discovered that to overlay your Anomaly onto reality, a wide-scale ritual using Sacred Relics was necessary.”
Two years prior, according to the Ever Kire Report, the Bolendi Village incident—when she first transformed a fabricated world into reality.
—An abandoned village unknown to anyone was found to exist. Within it, human bodies were tangled throughout the roofs and walls like construction materials.
And in that very village, Sacred Relics used in White Magic were discovered buried in the earth and riverbed within a twenty-kilometer radius.
While Ever Kire clashed with Simon and Rette, Aleistar and Kassan succeeded in pinpointing the locations of the Sacred Relics by analyzing the Holiness wavelength she emanated.
Aleistar raised the Communication Crystal to his ear.
“Report. Kassan.”
—This is K-1. We’ve secured all ten Sacred Relics.
—All guardian soldiers eliminated. All units standing by in front of the Sacred Relics.
Aleistar closed his eyes.
“Destroy them.”
[No! Nooooooo!]
Through the Communication Crystal came the sound of something shattering, followed by a scream that seemed to tear the very air.
Watching her, a gleam of insight crossed Rette’s eyes.
“It’s working! Her Holiness is weakening by the moment!”
Aleistar nodded with a matter-of-fact expression.
“The false god dies.”
[Ha. Hahahaha! You wretched creatures, mere creations, daring to mock me!]
She snarled.
[You are the fakes! I alone am reality!!]
Ever Kire’s mouth twisted grotesquely wide, and raw Anomaly poured from every pore of her fractured form. The arena floor cracked beneath her, and the air turned a violent red.
Necromancer operatives held her fragmented body together with Dark Magic, but her Anomaly warped reality, weakening their incantations.
She shrieked with ecstatic fervor.
[I am god!]
“Still fighting then.”
Aleistar furrowed his brow and moved forward—when.
“!”
A signal chimed from within his cloak. He startled and drew out the Communication Crystal, activating it.
“Yes, Aleistar speaking. Have you emerged from ‘inside’ now?”
Even in this desperate moment, the raven operative prioritized communication over attack.
Simon watched him with confusion. The Communication Crystal’s form was markedly different from the others. Though he couldn’t hear clearly, a response did come through.
“We’ve captured Ever Kire, but she’s putting up fierce resistance. Yes, coordinates, is that correct?”
Aleistar relayed the coordinates through the Communication Crystal.
Vroooooooooom!
In the next instant, brilliant golden light cascaded from the sky.
The golden radiance wove itself into an enormous circle, filled it with formulae and geometric patterns, then transformed into a blinding pillar of light that shot downward.
It pierced directly through the center of Ever Kire’s chest as her body attempted to regenerate.
[What is this!]
Ever Kire weakened again. The warped reality she created flickered and vanished, only to flicker and reappear in stuttering cycles.
Whoosh!
A golden tunnel resembling an opening door spread across the empty air, and out of it tumbled a small girl.
Silver hair that shimmered like silk, eyes of deep blue.
And draped across her form, a long combat robe none of them had seen before.
“N…”
Simon’s mouth fell open.
“Neftis!”
She looked at Simon, then thrust a hand high into the air.
“Hi, Simon!”
“A-are you all right?”
But Simon’s reaction was far from ordinary. His trembling hand pointed toward Neftis, and she tilted her head with a soft sound before glancing down at herself.
“Ah.”
Blood trickled down her forehead, and her robes were torn in several places.
She looked as if she had just returned from a ferocious battlefield.
Simon’s chest lurched. He had never seen Neftis bleed like this, struggling so visibly.
“It’s nothing.”
Yet with a single flick of her finger, she restored herself to her pristine, composed appearance. Watching this, Rette swallowed hard.
“This person……”
The founder of Kizen and supreme leader of the Dark Alliance.
An existence who had walked this world for over three centuries, standing at the apex of all Necromancers.
The Death Witch, Neftis.
She walked forward, her gaze falling upon Ever Kire, who was locked in combat with the Time Curse.
“So you’re the fanatic who claims to be a god.”
[The Death Witch!!]
Her supernatural ability intensified further. The power warping reality expanded, while the force of time retaliated against it—the two pressing forward and back in perfect tension.
“Thorough, aren’t you.”
She ran her fingers smoothly through her long hair.
“You orchestrated events to force my hand, dangled a carrot in the form of a twisted dungeon, but your true purpose lies elsewhere. This isn’t the sort of plan a deranged human like you could conjure.”
[What are you babbling about?!]
“Babbling? Hmm, so you were being used after all.”
Neftis raised her arm.
“Not that it matters now.”
A golden pillar that had pierced through Ever Kire’s chest began to expand in size.
[Krraaaaaaaa!]
Ever Kire wrung out her final ability, attempting now to warp even time itself.
[I am a god!]
“So you claim.”
She clenched her fist.
“Tell me—did a god need his mother’s milk to be born?”
A massive Black Magic Circle unfurled above the golden pillar.
The spinning circle transformed into the shape of a bucket filled with black water, and the roiling liquid within poured down onto the pillar.
Splash, splash, splash, splash!
The black water cascaded down the golden pillar, staining it dark as gold and black intermingled. Neftis brought her palms together.
<Neftis Original – Samsara>
Ever Kire’s body, transfixed upon the pillar, began to shrink.
No—she was growing younger.
Into the body of a schoolgirl attending Efnel.
Into the body of a small child, lost and wandering without direction in life.
Into the body of an infant crawling through sewers.
And further still into the past.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Then two depraved entities burst forth, caressing Ever Kire’s shrinking form.
Her diminishing body suddenly swelled, returning once more to her original age.
This time, she was aging in reverse—growing older.
“Interesting.”
Neftis’s eyes gleamed.
She transformed directly from her original form into that of a withered old woman, the middle years of age skipped entirely, her face now a map of deep wrinkles.
The price of Supernatural Ability’s abuse. She had burned through her lifespan, squandered her vital energy. There had never been much time left for her to begin with.
[S-stop!]
Ever Kire thrashed in agony.
But Neftis completed her Dark Magic.
Snip!
With a chilling sound of severance, the fanatic’s body crumbled away.
Though she was a fanatic who had plunged all of Rocksum into crisis and had even fabricated a god, her end was hollow.
Both Simon and Rette stood frozen, watching in stunned silence.
Whoooosh!
The Supernatural Ability dissipated, and the warped world cleanly snapped back into place. Light broke through the murky sky, and daylight returned.
Neftis withdrew both her Dark Magic and her Supernatural Ability, then turned her gaze to Simon and Rette.
“We have much to discuss. But first, I suppose I owe you both my thanks.”
She smiled.
“The futures of both factions.”

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