Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 75

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School — Chapter 75
Bread’s lips curled upward.
“Good form. Here I come!”
Bread slammed his feet hard into the dirt and charged forward. Simon watched with eyes wide open.
His movements were unusual. The gorilla-framed man approaching with his torso twisting left and right was utterly intimidating.
‘Right straight.’
The moment Simon’s head began to move, Bread’s arm arrived in front of his face with a whoosh—no wind-up, no middle motion.
Crack!
A tsunami-like impact surged past the barrier and smashed into his face.
As Simon took the blow, he clenched his right fist and threw a counter, but Bread had already dropped his stance and shifted to Simon’s left.
Crack!
Then to the right.
Boom!
Then to the left again.
“Ugh!”
Simon staggered backward.
Without the Protective Suit, each blow would have been enough to knock him senseless or worse.
“Haha! What are you doing!”
Simon wiped his lip and desperately tried to track his opponent’s movements.
‘This bastard really thinks he can beat me?’
Bread found it absurd to watch.
Honestly, even Bread himself thought it made no sense. No excuse changed the fact that a fifth-year instructor at Kizen was beating up a first-year newcomer.
Everyone who heard this story would condemn him. He couldn’t deny it was venting—or outright bullying.
And yet.
‘If I don’t do this, I’ll never cool down!’
Crack!
A solid strike drove into Simon’s abdomen. His body folded sharply, and Bread’s follow-up elbow cracked against the back of his head, dropping him to the ground.
‘This bastard becomes Professor Hong Peng’s direct disciple. Which means I have to break these habits out of him right now!’
The moment Bread lifted his leg to stomp on Simon’s head.
Snap!
Simon twisted and grabbed Bread’s ankle instead.
‘What the—’
Whoosh!
At the same time, Simon’s two legs coiled around Bread’s leg like a writhing serpent, and in one fluid motion he flipped his body and applied pressure. Bread staggered, his back now exposed.
‘A joint lock?’
And the Skeleton that burst from Simon’s pocket dimension hurled a spear at Bread.
‘Look at this guy.’
Though in an unstable position, Bread swiftly gathered Blackness in his palm and detonated it.
An application of the Matu-hak technique Wind Break. Rough wind pressure sent the spear and Skeleton flying.
In that moment, Simon released Bread’s leg and slipped away in the opposite direction.
“You’re skilled. Were you a fighter before coming to Kizen?”
At Bread’s question, Simon raised both fists.
“I just studied martial arts under my father.”
“That’s supposed to convince me!”
Bread charged again. Simon summoned two Skeletons, sent them left and right, and lowered his stance.
‘I don’t need to think about anything else. Land one hit, and I win.’
Adding to Bread’s charging speed, Simon also pushed off with Blackness and shot forward recklessly.
As the distance between them narrowed to almost a collision, Simon extended his arm.
“…!”
Bread’s body vanished downward in a flash. As Simon’s arm cut through empty air, strong hands grabbed his waist.
‘I know exactly how you’ll come out!’
A perfect German Suplex stance. Bread twisted his body and snapped Simon’s torso like a shrimp.
Simon’s head and neck slammed into the ground with a bang, dirt exploding into the air.
Bread released his grip and rose, having cleanly executed the technique.
Whoosh!
Simon’s leg burst from the dust and struck Bread’s arm with a sharp impact.
‘A kick while falling? Does this bastard feel nothing?’
This kick was a feint. Bread quickly shielded his face with his other arm.
Boom!
As expected, Simon’s opposite leg connected, sending out a shockwave. His leg retracted, and countless kicks unfolded toward Bread.
A continuous barrage of kicks, one after another.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bread retreated, arching his shoulders back to evade the blows.
The corner of his mouth lifted.
‘He’s got skill, I’ll give him that. Where the hell did this bastard crawl out from?’
Humiliating as it was to admit, his blood was boiling over a mere freshman.
He’d written the man off as a typical special-admission overachiever—all textbook smarts, no real talent—but now he was beginning to understand why Professor Hong Peng seemed so flustered by him.
‘He’s got the physical gifts and natural instinct. But his stance is unstable, his power doesn’t transfer cleanly. That’s what happens when you never got systematic training from a proper expert.’
Hong Peng likely saw the same thing.
To have a genius like this right in front of you and not itch to teach him—it was unbearable.
Crack!
Bread spun around in alarm. As he backpedaled, two trees fell across his path in an X-shape.
Simon’s skeletons had felled them with their axes.
‘When did he summon those skeletons?’
The man had the focus to access his Thought Connection while still fighting him directly.
Bread dodged Simon’s kick and wrapped both fists in the Dark Element.
Whir. Whir.
As Bread opened his hands, jagged edges of dark energy shot forward like blades, cleaving the trees cleanly in half.
An application of the Matu-hak technique Blade Manifestation. The split logs fell to the ground as Bread reset his stance.
“Hyah!”
Simon charged forward again.
‘Time to finish this.’
Just as Bread twisted his waist and extended his fist with full force, Simon gritted his teeth and drove his forehead forward first. Bread’s eyes flew wide.
‘This crazy bastard really does have a death wish!’
“Bone Nail.”
Simon flicked his fingers upward.
Burst. Crack.
“…!!”
Bread’s horrified gaze snapped backward.
A skeleton’s sharp bone joint had torn into his thigh. Skin split open, blood pouring freely.
‘What? How is it here?’
His eyes darted down. Embedded in the surface of the fallen trees below were pieces of skeleton bone.
‘It was all planned from the start!’
For a moment, Bread’s mind had been occupied with processing the situation when he felt a sinister presence and snapped his head up.
Whoooooooosh!
Simon’s leg, twisted in mid-air, came down in a massive arc. Bread threw his arms up over his head in desperation.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
He couldn’t block it properly—it came too fast. Blood sprayed from his nose as Bread stumbled backward.
Simon landed on the ground and let out a low laugh.
“No more excuses now, is there? I won.”
Snap.
And.
Bread felt the last thread of patience holding back his sanity snap clean in two.
“…Heh. Haha. Hahahaha!”
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
A tremendous surge of the Dark Element erupted from Bread’s entire body.
The dark energy that shot skyward wrapped around his form like clothing.
The Black Garb—the mark of a Matu-hak major.
Bread now stood encased in pitch-black armor.
“Fine. I concede.”
Bread spoke through gritted teeth.
“I lost, and a promise is a promise. I’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit. But before I leave Kizen!”
He clenched his fists hard.
“If I don’t beat you down right here, right now, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life!”
“…”
Simon let out a long, weary sigh.
“Isn’t this different from our agreement? How far do you intend to debase yourself?”
“I don’t care what you say!”
“Very well. Do as you please.”
Simon let his arms dangle loosely, and Bread’s eyebrows twitched.
“What are you doing? Get your stance right this instant!”
“Matching you has already tested my patience to its limit. I’ll do as I please now. If you’re going to keep this up, why don’t you just beat me senseless and be done with it?”
“You little bastard…!”
Bread surged forward, murder in his eyes, and seized Simon by the collar.
“Bread!!!”
The sound rang out like a bell.
A voice so enormous it felt like it would split their eardrums shook the island itself.
Bread spun around, startled out of his wits, and his mouth fell open.
“P-Professor Hong Peng…?”
Hong Peng was approaching with a murderous expression. Bread felt the blood drain from his face and hastily deactivated the Black Garb.
“Teaching Assistant Bread.”
Hong Peng fixed him with a glare—a complete reversal from her usual gentle, kind demeanor.
“Explain yourself.”
Bread stood at attention, sweat pouring down his face.
“I was, I was just giving Simon some sparring instruction….”
A crack split the air.
Hong Peng slapped Bread across the face. The blow alone sent his body flying dozens of meters, and he tumbled across the dirt.
‘Ah….’
Bread lay on the ground, clutching his cheek.
In five years of serving Hong Peng, he had never once been struck by her.
But now, from this single blow, he understood. This power—it was unmistakably hers.
“Get up.”
At her command, Bread rose stiffly and approached. His cheek was swollen and flushed crimson.
“Turn around.”
Bread turned his back.
“From now, I want you in the most agonizing position an instructor can assume.”
“Yes, yes? You mean an agonizing position…?”
“Begin.”
At those words, Bread immediately drove his head into the ground and thrust his body upright.
From there, he pushed himself up on his fingertips, balancing his entire weight on a single finger, then spread the tails of his Black Garb-woven clothes toward the sky.
A stance requiring both physical strength and command of the Dark Element—it looked absolutely, insanely agonizing.
“Simon!”
Hong Peng approached. Her expression was suffused with deep relief.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No, I’m fine. I was wearing a Protective Suit….”
“Your face seems quite swollen.”
With that, she grasped Simon’s cheeks between both hands and began massaging them in slow, deliberate circles.
“P-Professor?”
“Is this all right? How about here?”
As she spoke, she palpated his forearms and abdomen with one hand while using the other to grab his cheeks and begin stretching them like taffy.
However one looked at it, her touch was rife with ulterior motives.
Simon ground his teeth and whispered through clenched lips.
“Mmmph….”
The truth was, this woman was not Hong Peng.
It was Erzsebet, disguised as Hong Peng.
She had originally come at Simon’s command to collect the corpses of the Netlack, but when a fight broke out between Simon and Bread, she had assumed Hong Peng’s form and intervened.
Erzsebet had long ago committed to memory the voices of Kizen’s professors and important figures in preparation for the day she might escape Kizen. She tilted her head and whispered directly into Simon’s ear, her words for him alone.
“How is it? Surely the girl is of some use to the Legion Commander now?”
“…I owe you my life, and I’m grateful, but please step back a little.”
She gave a sly smile, then grasped a button on Simon’s school uniform shirt and spoke in Hong Peng’s voice.
“Simon. I think I need to examine this wound.”
“…There’s no wound there at all, Professor.”
Simon’s voice trembled as he spoke.
He had no choice but to play along—Bread couldn’t find out.
When Simon gestured urgently to move on, Erzsebet let out a disappointed sigh, ran her hand through her hair, and opened her mouth.
“Teaching Assistant Bread.”
“Yes, yes! Professor!”
Bread had begun pounding his own body with the Black Garb he’d manifested, faithfully adhering to the command to maintain the most agonizing position.
“I’m truly disappointed in you. Maintain that form for the next twenty days, then return.”
“Understood!”
Twenty hours—isn’t that a bit much, no matter how you look at it?
Simon asked with such a look, but Erzsebet placed her hand on her chest as if to say she could handle it herself.
“From tomorrow on, act naturally, and under no circumstances speak of this matter or let it cross your mind—not to me, not to anyone. Pretend it never happened at all. The mere act of remembering makes me want to tear you to pieces.”
“……Yes, understood.”
“And don’t you dare lay a hand on Simon ever again. If something like this happens once more.”
Her eyes flashed.
“There will be no second mercy.”
“……Yes, understood.”
“Let’s go, Simon.”
Erzsebet took Simon’s hand and led him away.
Bread didn’t even dare turn his head to look back.

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