Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 79

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy Episode 79
Nine hundred sixty-one first-year students at Kizen. All of them had finished their teleportation.
And the moment the Island Survival evaluation began.
“Aaaaah! Insects! Insects! Insects!”
“Who the hell touched that beehive? Idiots!”
“Can you eat this? Why do I have hives on my arm?”
Chaos erupted.
Seventy percent of the first-year students were high-ranking nobility. They were hothouse flowers who rarely ventured beyond their own garden walls, let alone to islands or jungles.
To have such sheltered souls suddenly dropped onto a tropical island was bound to trigger panic from every corner.
They’d all come prepared mentally, or so they’d thought.
Ready to sleep rough. Ready to go without bathing. Ready to eat monster flesh.
But.
“Snake! There’s a snake!”
“I’ve been bitten by something!”
“That mushroom is moving!”
Once dropped into the jungle itself, everything exceeded their imagination.
“……Sigh.”
Thirty minutes into the Survival evaluation, Merin stood rigid, her face drawn tight.
She’d thought her situation was slightly better than the other students’. Thanks to Pier, she’d gathered information quickly, and she’d even spent the weekend learning Survival Skills from Hong Peng, so she’d prepared as best she could.
Crunch.
The moment she mustered her courage and stepped forward, the grass beneath her feet gave way, and a swarm of ants poured out.
“Ahhh!”
She yelped and scrambled backward. As the ants scattered, dozens of centipedes erupted from the ground, beginning to devour them.
Merin’s body went rigid as stone.
‘I… I really can’t move a single step.’
The physiological limits born from the environment she’d lived in were unavoidable. And as she backed against a tree, five seconds before she would notice the fire ants crawling up her shoulder—
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
The other students’ circumstances were equally grim.
Not that they’d come unprepared. The Survival Island was a well-known annual event at Kizen, and the students had assumed the core of this evaluation would be ‘Monster hunting’ and ‘combat among Kizen students,’ so they’d sharpened only their combat abilities before arriving.
It didn’t take long to realize that had been a mistake.
And in these dire circumstances, the students fell into one predictable behavior.
“Let’s work together!”
“We’re going to make it to the end!”
The herd instinct.
Alone was frightening, so bunch up first.
Since everyone started with zero points at the beginning, there was little fear of betrayal.
And so several students clustered together, forming groups and pooling their collective intelligence to find solutions. Especially if even one commoner-born student was in a group, they became the best leader in that dire situation.
“……What are you all doing?”
Lorenna, a commoner from Class B, stood with her hands on her hips, her expression one of exasperation.
Behind her, full-grown noble youths clung to each other and pressed themselves against a tree. In front of them, a single earthworm squirmed past.
“Hey, hey! Get that thing out of the way!”
“Nanny! Nanny!”
Some of the young nobles were already calling for their governesses.
The unfamiliar environment, the oppressive heat and humidity, the threat of loathsome insects and monsters—and hunger crept on quickly as they fought to maintain their composure in the worst of conditions.
Kizen clearly knew this too, and they’d already begun dropping Supply Drops. A magical circle unfolded in the sky, and supplies began to fall from within.
“There!”
“Go!”
The moment the students spotted the magical circle, they stampeded toward it without hesitation.
“Huff, huff—we made it!”
“We’re first……!”
And the instant they broke through the thick undergrowth and emerged onto the open hilltop.
“……!”
By rough count, more than twenty students were already waiting for the descending supplies, watching carefully.
‘What is this!’
‘……The competition is insane.’
“All of you, get lost.”
That’s when he appeared. A notably large student trudging up the hillside.
“Unless you want to die.”
Hector Moor from Class A.
At the arrival of this named player, several students hesitated and retreated.
The boy leaning against the boulder let out a snicker.
“Brat, you’ve got some nerve. Are you really the young master of the Moor Family?”
A lean-framed man. Hair dyed a sickly yellow hung over his left eye, and in his hand he gripped a long staff of unclear purpose.
Hector’s expression darkened.
“Special Admission number ten. Malcolm Randolph.”
“Oh, come on. It’s been over a month since enrollment and you’re still going on about Special Admission, Special Admission—all that garbage?”
“The last-cart trash has a long tongue.”
Malcolm’s eyebrow twitched.
There were exactly ten Special Admissions. Among them, the last member—number ten—was called by the slang term “last-cart” or “last-carter,” a mockery that circulated among the students.
Of course, hardly anyone said it to Malcolm’s face.
“You’re in Class A, aren’t you?”
Malcolm spat onto the ground with a sharp sound and rose to his feet.
“That ‘number one’ in your class doesn’t keep her people in line, does she?”
This time, Hector’s eyebrow twitched.
“Forget the supplies. I’m dealing with you first.”
“Oh, how scary. Go ahead and try if you can.”
The two activated their Cores and charged at each other. Named individuals clashing from the start, the shockwaves thundered across the island without cease.
Combat erupted simultaneously not just here, but everywhere the Supply Drops were scattered.
The Artifacts randomly placed inside the Supply Drops were useful, certainly, but the real reason—the most important one—was food.
“I’m starving.”
“……Should I really just roast a monster?”
And so, the first day of Island survival began.
While most students descended into chaos,
one boy stood out conspicuously.
Drag, drag, drag, drag.
A man with one shoulder laden with vines, wood, medicinal herbs, and fruit, pulling a monster’s leg behind him with his free hand.
His face was smeared with crushed Fennel Herb to keep insects at bay, and he wore boots on his feet.
‘Is he a native or something?’
‘What’s with his appearance?’
Every student who saw him wore the same expression of astonishment. In just a few hours here, he looked completely adapted to the environment.
‘I heard there was nothing to eat in this place.’
Simon grinned as he placed the materials into his Pocket Dimension.
‘There’s tons of stuff here! It’s practically a food paradise!’
Simon was methodically sweeping through the surroundings, collecting fruits, herbs, edible animals and monsters, sturdy branches, and materials.
‘Is he familiar with jungles?’
‘Is he a former Treasure Hunter?’
Whatever his background outside, the sight of Simon working now inspired a kind of admiration in the students.
A few of them approached as if entranced and asked,
“Hey, want to join our team? We can handle the combat.”
“If you don’t mind, come with us…….”
Simon shook his head with a smile.
“Sorry, but I’m planning to spend the first day alone.”
Rejecting every proposal with knife-like finality, Simon picked up an axe and prodded the large plant before him repeatedly.
Crack!
The plant’s body split open, and a high-sugar fruit flew out. Simon collected it and moved on.
Several students, seeing what Simon had done, approached the fruit-bearing plant. As they tapped its body, suddenly—like a Venus flytrap—its leaves snapped shut and swallowed the student whole.
“Is this not the right way to do it?”
“Aaaargh! You crazy bastard! Stop just watching and do something!”
Only people who thoughtlessly imitated him ended up bleeding.
Simon’s movements remained unobstructed after that. Walking alongside a Skeleton, he was systematically stripping the island of every useful resource it offered.
“Oh, I found some of this.”
Simon fished up numerous plants drifting along the Riverside. They were Bladder Plants, vegetation that could support a person’s weight even on water.
Beyond that, he collected high-sugar Wild Coconuts heavy with moisture, and also obtained millet that could be used as a spice.
And what was strangest about Simon’s movements—while the vast majority of students were pushing toward the island’s center, Simon was walking toward the sea.
He was moving in the exact opposite direction.
[Listen, boy.]
Pier too felt puzzled by this.
[Your resolve to search the Big Room is commendable, but isn’t this taking you too far from the center?]
“It’s fine.”
Simon grinned.
“I’ll catch up with everything in one go tomorrow.”
[……?]
Moving in the opposite direction from the other students, the crowds thinned and the traces of other students vanished. In return, the monsters’ attacks grew more frequent.
Of course.
Crack!
Thud!
The island’s monsters were no match for Simon’s summons.
Thanks to his training with Pier, Simon could now control four Undead simultaneously.
‘This time, a Grade 2 Monster Lacker.’
A creature with a long snout reminiscent of a leopard and six legs came charging at him.
Simon flicked his fingers and a Skeleton bearing a shield leapt forward to collide with it.
“Legs.”
And a spear-wielding Skeleton thrust its weapon through beyond the shield, driving it into the creature’s pivot leg.
“Arrow.”
The Skeleton Archer’s arrow lodged itself in the monster’s eye.
Blood streamed from its socket, and the Lacker’s vision clouded red.
“Flank.”
One Skeleton swept in from the side and swung its blade.
The sword bit deep into its neck, and the creature went limp.
“Nice work, thanks.”
Tap.
Click.
The Skeletons waved their weapons, celebrating their victory.
Simon approached and crouched before the dead monster’s corpse. He held the Tongue Pad to it, and his tongue unfurled, drawing in the creature’s magical essence.
Two Points were added.
“Can’t eat this one either. Let’s move.”
Pier’s projection, watching from a distance, grinned. Simon’s command of his Skeletons was improving by the day.
Simon made his way out of the Jungle and toward the Beach. It was a place with a small Docks. Minions were moving cargo, and two instructors stood guard there.
“What?”
And one of those instructors was someone Simon had a history with.
Mathletics instructor Bred frowned as he spoke.
“What are you doing here, student? This area is off-limits to students. Get out of here.”
Bred waved his hand dismissively.
Simon let out a bitter laugh and bowed his head.
“Or what.”
Bred smacked his chest with his fist.
“Students aren’t enough for you—you want to pick a fight with me?”
“I’ll pass. Thanks anyway.”
Simon politely declined and left. He turned away from the seaside and headed deeper into the densely forested area.
‘Since that guy showed up, he should be around here somewhere.’
As Simon looked around, he spotted a trail of spider webs stretched across the ground, connected like a path.
Following it, Simon came upon a large spider web spread out at the end, with a bracelet resting atop it.
That was the Spatial Pocket Bracelet.
“So we meet at last. Pier.”
[Kekekeke!]
Simon carefully scanned the surroundings just to be sure.
Above the island, magical devices called “Observers” from the Kizen Headquarters circled, monitoring the situation.
Since the entire first-year class was deployed for this island practical evaluation, Kizen Headquarters itself was directly overseeing the test rather than the professors.
‘Okay.’
Since there were almost no students in this area, no Observers were visible.
Confirming there were no watching eyes, Simon slipped the bracelet onto his wrist.
Then he clenched his fist three times and opened it, causing the bracelet’s Subspace to tear open in midair.
[Kahahaha! I’ve been waiting!]
And bursting forth from within was Pier and the Legion Formation of Skeletons.
The Legion had arrived on Kera Island.

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