Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 78

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy — Chapter 78
Kizen Training Center.
Huff.
Even in the late evening hours, a man was lifting a Large Barbell, his frame unwieldy but deliberate. With each rise of the jet-black weight, his upper body and arm muscles swelled taut, then contracted in rhythmic repetition.
Beside him, a male student fidgeting with dumbbells glanced nervously and spoke.
“H-Hector.”
Crash!
The Large Barbell fell, striking the floor with a thunderous sound. The student flinched, his shoulders tensing.
Huff…
Hector wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel. The black light rippling across the barbell faded, and it returned to its original iron form.
“Where are the others?”
“U-uh! They’re all gathered in the building next door.”
“No need for long explanations. Deliver my message.”
Crack. Crack.
A chilling sound echoed as Hector touched his neck.
“In this Island Survival Evaluation, we will absolutely take down Simon.”
Fire blazed in Hector’s eyes.
Finally, the chance to crush Simon had come. There was no need to wait for him to be matched in the Duel Evaluation.
“You all saw it yourselves in the Cyclops assessment—as long as that bastard’s eyes remain open and undamaged, we can never control Class A, nor seize the top grades in this class.”
“Y-yes, that’s true.”
“Class A is directly overseen by the Vice Chancellor of Kizen himself. Controlling this class is paramount.”
The student listening to this couldn’t help but smile bitterly to himself.
At Kizen, eliminating rivals and obstacles was not only normal but frequent. The factions and alliances could understand such objectives.
But the way Hector pursued Simon felt like something more than mere obstacle removal.
Why was he so fixated on suppressing Simon? Could there be some old grudge between the Muer family and the Polentia family?
“Now that you understand, go.”
“Y-yes!”
As Hector lifted the Large Barbell again, it turned pitch-black. It was a training method that developed both physical endurance and Dark Power Manipulation simultaneously.
Whoosh!
Sweat poured from Hector’s body like rain.
His presence was thick with malice.

* * *
Kizen Outskirts.
An Abandoned Building, neglected for years and layered with dust, looked as though it could collapse at any moment. Moonlight filtered through holes in the ceiling, and flickering bulbs scattered throughout cast an ominous pall over the space.
A male student was entering the Abandoned Building, annoyedly brushing away spider webs—none other than Haren Coke, who had been defeated by Simon in the Duel Evaluation.
Upon arriving at the agreed location, he glanced around. The person who had summoned him had not yet appeared.
‘I hope this isn’t a waste of time.’
Haren stuffed the crumpled letter he’d been holding into his pocket and closed his eyes, arms crossed.
‘…Simon.’
Even now, Simon’s final words had not left him.
—I don’t know what grudge you hold against me. But with ‘that kind of power,’ you’ll never beat me.
Grit.
His teeth clenched. Simon spoke as if he knew everything.
Simon either knew or strongly suspected that Haren had undergone treatment from Bahil.
It was dangerous. He didn’t know why Kizen hadn’t yet made an issue of it, but as long as Simon knew his secret, he needed to eliminate him quickly.
Haren’s fists tightened.
‘This power…’
Though he’d lost to Simon, this power was undeniably real.
In the Duel Evaluation last week, he’d overpowered a student regarded as superior in every respect and climbed into the Mid-rank Squad.
Because of that, Haren Coke had earned respect from his classmates, and lately he’d been running with the rising students.
His confidence was soaring day by day.
‘But.’
He could feel the power slowly slipping away. Bahil had said this power would last at most two months.
‘No matter what, I need to catch Professor Bahil’s eye again.’
The only way was to become Bahil’s direct disciple. To do that, he needed to complete the task he’d failed before.
This time, he would crush Simon and prove his worth to Bahil.
“I-is someone there?”
Then, an unfamiliar female student’s voice echoed through the Abandoned Building. Haren spoke.
“I’m alone. Who are you?”
“Ah.”
A female student peeked through the doorway, relaxed at the sight of Haren in school uniform, and stepped inside.
“Did you get a letter too?”
“You did?”
She nodded.
“I’m Jessica Kananor. H-class.”
“Haren Coke, G-class. Do you have a grudge against Simon too?”
She glanced away.
“Oh, no. He apologized to me, and I don’t really harbor any resentment or anything like that……”
“Then why did you come?”
“Just……”
Jessica had felt a great deal watching Simon’s duel.
The sensation of facing a creature so impossibly far above her, born from entirely different stock. Looking back on that moment, there was a peculiar exhilaration to it.
She wanted to become like that. She wanted to grow stronger than she was now.
Thump—
Then, clear and distinct, a sound of footsteps echoed through the abandoned building.
Thump—thump—
Haren and Jessica tensed, eyes scanning their surroundings. Haren called out.
“Who’s there!”
The footsteps stopped. The two of them were drawing Dark Element from their cores, preparing for whatever might come, when—
Crash—
Moonlight poured through the ceiling of the abandoned building in a cascade. Both of them squinted and shielded their eyes.
From the sky.
Someone descended.
Wrapped entirely in a black robe, the hood pulled low over their head, their identity was impossible to discern.
Floating in mid-air, their build, age, and even gender were hard to estimate.
Yet an intensely alien presence emanated from them.
“W-who……?”
Jessica’s eyes darted up and down as fear gripped her features.
This was almost certainly the person who had sent the letter.
Instead of answering, the figure slowly raised a hand.
Snap—
“……!”
Great wings unfurled from behind the robe. The figure lifted the hood slowly with their fingertips and spoke.
“I have a proposal you cannot refuse.”
Haren’s eyes widened at the sight beneath the hood.
“Y-you are……!”

* * *
The day of the Island Survival Evaluation.
With a major event looming, excited students from Kizen buzzed with chatter.
Fourteen large teleportation magic circles were being prepared, and Class A stood upon one of them.
A massive magic circle was inscribed at the center, with smaller circles spreading out around it like leaves. The students stood upon the smaller circles.
“I’m… a little nervous.”
Kamibarez spoke, her shoulders trembling.
“What if I end up separated from you all?”
“The placement doesn’t matter, Kamibarez. The teleportation is completely random, they said.”
Simon smiled gently as he spoke.
“Want to swap spots if you’re worried?”
“Oh, no! I’m fine!”
“Speaking of which, you girls—”
Bigcrum propped his head on his arm as he asked.
“You’re really going to butcher and eat monster meat?”
“I, I just practiced fishing. Hehe……”
Kamibarez laughed, doing her best. Merin let out a light sigh.
“If we get genuinely hungry, we’ll have to eat monsters like we learned, but for now we should focus on finding supply packages.”
Supply packages are part of the Island Survival Evaluation’s detailed rules. During the evaluation, large magic circles occasionally appear in the sky.
Then, exactly one minute later, supply packages descend from the circle. They contain food, of course, but also special artifacts that can only be used in this evaluation, or so they say.
The competition is bound to be fierce. Any students in the vicinity will be after those packages.
“All right, everyone get ready!”
At that moment, the attendants rushed about spreading the word.
“We will now teleport to the island!”
“Please do not step outside the magic circle under any circumstances!”
The students gathered their feet within the circle, waiting with tense faces.
Simon stood with arms crossed, his heart thudding as he waited—then spotted Hector watching him from across the way.
‘I’m going to fight with him again.’
He couldn’t fathom what he’d done so wrong that Hector couldn’t stand the sight of him.
But if a clash was inevitable, there was merit in meeting it now, Simon thought.
Whooooom!
Whoom!
Light blazed from the magic circle. Cheers and screams erupted from all sides.
“Everyone, h-hang in there!”
Kamibarez shouted, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Hah, everyone survive and I’ll see you back in Kizen!”
“And I told you—don’t go grandstanding about heading for the center and get yourself killed! Just make sure you don’t score at the bottom!”
Whoooooosh!
Merin’s voice, nagging right to the end, scattered away as the light from the magic circle grew fiercer.
Simon’s vision blurred and he felt his legs lifting beneath him.

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Gradually, shapes began to emerge from what had been nothing but blinding light.
Touch returned before sight—Simon felt the wind caress his skin. He didn’t rush it, taking his time and waiting patiently for his vision to clear before surveying his surroundings.
“……Whoa.”
He’d been dropped right into the middle of a jungle.
Green everywhere—every direction he looked was an unbroken wall of green. He’d never seen such a dense tangle of vegetation in his life.
Towering tropical plants with enormous leaves, vines that had grown wild and strangled the trees, and a thick, humid climate pressing down on everything. The air was heavy and the soil sodden from rain.
“So I have to survive out here for four days?”
Simon’s body trembled.
Strange tension crawled up his spine and spread through his entire frame. A cathartic electricity surged and bubbled up inside him.
“This is going to be incredible!!”
At Simon’s shout, startled birds scattered with a flutter of wings. Pier’s projection, hanging from his uniform, stirred awake and opened its eyes at him.
[So we’ve arrived. But why are you so fired up?]
“Adventure is calling to me.”
[……You lunatic. You haven’t forgotten our objective, have you?]
Simon grinned widely.
“Of course not. I have to find the leader of the Giant Unit, Bigcrum, faster than anyone else.”
With that, Simon stamped his foot down hard against the ground.
There was a sharp crack as something burst.
“Perfect.”
Simon bent down and picked it up.
[Ugh! What’s that grotesque thing?!]
Simon answered with a delighted grin.
“My snack for today.”
A large net-patterned snake lay limp in his hands. Simon happily stuffed the dead serpent into his Spatial Pocket.
“Easy meal secured, and we’re off to a good start!”
[……Boy, you seem more worked up than usual.]
“I am.”
Simon looked around at the jungle surrounding him and smirked.
“No matter what anyone says, this is my stage.”
The mad survival specialist from Reshil had entered the jungle of the island.

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