Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 90

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Summoning Prodigy of the Necromancer School, Chapter 90
The fake Bigcrum’s greatest problem was its regenerative ability.
And according to Pier’s explanation for solving this, his greatsword was imbued with Destructive Power.
Simply put, any living creature that touched the blade directly would sustain wounds incapable of regeneration or recovery—true and absolute severing.
“Why didn’t you mention this sooner!”
Simon spoke in excitement. Pier clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
[Because I cannot leave this position myself. Look around you! There are far too many observers watching.]
He was right. Given the emergency, more than ten observers were circling Bigcrum’s location.
“Would it be possible for me to borrow your greatsword, Pier?”
[This is a spirit sword forged from my own body! Not only can no one else wield it—they cannot even lift it.]
Simon pondered for a moment, then snapped his fingers with a smile.
“Then what about this approach?”
[Let’s hear it.]
After listening to Simon’s entire explanation, Pier burst into loud laughter.
[That’s insane!]
“We have nothing to lose, do we? Let’s at least give it a try.”
[Excellent!]
Simon opened a Subspace, and Pier dropped the greatsword to the ground. Just to be sure, Simon tried gripping the hilt and lifting it, but it didn’t budge an inch.
“Then, I’ll begin.”
Simon opened a Subspace again. This time, not above bare earth.
Vwooom!
He opened a Subspace using Pier’s greatsword as the floor.
Moments later, a skeletal arm emerged from within the Subspace and gripped the sword’s hilt.
“Got it! Just hold it steady like that!”
Creak.
Pier’s arm, emerging from the Subspace, moved the greatsword upright. Simon and Erzsebet gasped in unison.
“It works!”
“As expected of the Legion Commander’s strategy, truly remarkable!”
[Remarkable? This is absurd!]
Pier’s spirit-form exclaimed in disbelief.
[You want me to swing the blade like this? I can barely hold it upright—I can do nothing else!]
“Just holding it is enough.”
Simon approached and placed his hands over Pier’s on the greatsword’s hilt. Through his spirit-form, Pier secured his line of sight and applied force as needed.
“Angle it straight ahead!”
At Simon’s command, Pier adjusted the greatsword, and the motion aligned perfectly as if Simon were wielding it himself.
Of course, Simon was merely grasping the hilt; Pier bore the blade’s full weight and strength.
“Well done!”
[……This feels strange. In all my existence before and after death, I have never gripped a blade this way.]
“There’s no helping it. Better this than being discovered by Kizen and hunted like fugitives.”
Erzsebet drew thread from her fingertips and wove it into cloth, then wound it around the visible sections of the greatsword and Pier’s arm, concealing them from view.
With that, the disguise was complete.
“……But still.”
Simon felt a slight vertigo. The Dark Element was being continuously drained through the ring on his finger.
“Maintaining an open Subspace consumes quite a bit of Dark Element.”
“This will also strain the Subspace itself. We should close it until we reach Bigcrum.”
Simon closed the Subspace again, retrieved Pier’s greatsword, and began running.
It seemed he would need to run for quite some time, but fortunately—or unfortunately—Bigcrum had been ravaging various parts of Southern Island and was now turning back toward central Kera Island.
‘We absolutely must block it from reaching Kera Island.’
Today was the third day of Island Survival.
Almost all the students were gathered on Kera Island.
If Bigcrum attacked Kera Island, it would surely trigger an immediate halt to the examination, and in the worst case, a catastrophe could unfold.
Simon activated the Magical Communication Device while running.
“Lorain! Can you hear me?”
Static crackled for a moment, then Lorain’s voice came through.
-Clear! But the situation is bad. The monster is heading back toward the central island.
“I see it too. Do I have a means to defeat that monster right now?”
-What would that be?
“I have a weapon that suppresses regeneration. I need to use it myself. Can you seal the monster’s arms for just five minutes? Pass this on to Serne as well!”
After speaking, Simon wondered if he’d sounded too abrupt and one-sided in his demands.
But.
-All right.
Lorain answered coolly and cut the connection. She turned her gaze toward Serne, who was flying nearby.
“You hear that?”
“Yeah.”
Serne let out a hollow laugh.
“Who does that guy think he is, ordering us around like this?”
“Simon has a way to suppress regeneration. You got a better idea?”
“You’re seriously buying what he’s saying?”
“Yes.”
Lorain nodded as if it were obvious.
“Unconditionally.”
……
“You take the left arm.”
Lorain left those words behind and moved the Skeletal Horse away.
‘……Sigh.’
From Serne’s perspective, this was nothing but incomprehensible madness.
As her gaze dropped, she saw Simon actually charging straight at Bigcrum.
-Your approach only multiplies the enemy.
“This is ridiculous!”
Serne muttered in annoyance and crossed both her arms. Countless feathers scattered through the air from her body.
Meanwhile, Simon had reached a point just before Bigcrum’s feet.
The colossal legs were no longer merely raising dust—they were churning up a cloud of yellow earth.
“Erzsebet! Ready?”
“Always!”
“Let’s go!”
The moment Bigcrum’s sole touched the ground, Simon stamped hard with the Black Essence Stepping and launched himself upward, landing on the top of the foot.
Thud!
Then he drove the Greatsword deep into the creature’s instep.
Whether from pain, the giant’s eyes shifted downward. The mere sensation of that monster’s gaze sent cold sweat streaming down Simon’s face.
‘Move.’
There was no time to hesitate. With the Greatsword still embedded in the foot, Simon activated the Dark Element within his body and began to run.
From the instep to the ankle, from the ankle to the leg.
“Haaaaaaah!”
He ran straight upward, the Greatsword still driven into the flesh.
Whether Pier’s claim about the Destructive Power was true, the wound left by the Greatsword’s passage genuinely did not regenerate.
Shriiiick!
Shriiiick!
Bigcrum did not remain idle. The Bio-Bandages wrapping his body tore free in several places and began flying toward Simon.
Simon’s eyes sharpened.
‘……Focus.’
He recreated the Mental Image that Bahil had taught him once more. Time slowed, then slowed further, and the speed of his running and the speed of the incoming bandages began to feel like slow motion.
With the Greatsword still driven into the flesh, Simon twisted only his body and head, evading the bandages.
“You must cut deeper into the wound as you run, sir!”
Erzsebet, mid-transformation into her true form, cried out. She was running alongside him.
“Keep causing pain so his attack frequency decreases!”
“Got it!”
Indeed, driving the blade deeper as he ran caused a noticeable drop in the frequency of attacks.
But now flesh bubbled up from the abdomen and a third arm burst out with a shriek.
‘An arm in the belly too?!’
It descended with its palm spread wide, reaching to grab Simon.
“I’ll handle it!”
Erzsebet surged ahead of Simon and collided head-on with the third arm. She seized it and cried out.
“Keep going!”
“Thank you!”
Past Erzsebet, Simon had now reached the location of the giant’s navel.
But the light around him dimmed. Bigcrum’s massive right hand was descending to seize him.
Behind him, Erzsebet screamed for him to evade, but Simon bit his lip and ran straight forward.
Shriiiiek!
At that moment, Bigcrum’s wrist severed completely. Above the exposed cross-section of the wrist, Lorain appeared, moving upward.
“Keep running, Simon!”
Two horns, demonic in aspect, grew straight from her head.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Each time the Ebony Sword in her hand danced, the monster’s arm split into neat sections like butcher’s meat.
In a heartbeat, she severed the entire right arm at the shoulder and launched herself skyward, landing nimbly on the Skeletal Horse that waited for her.
‘That’s Lorain for you.’
Bigcrum, now missing his right arm, extended his left.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Jet-black feathers coiled around Bigcrum’s left arm. Serne uncrossed her limbs and swept them upward with liquid grace.

Clang! Clang!
The feathers decomposed into a magical circle, then transformed into chains that linked to one another.
Link after link fit together with precision, forming a twisted chain that bound his left arm and fixed it immobile in the sky.
-Aaaaaaaahhhhh!
Bigcrum roared in fury, thrashing his left arm, but the chains rang out only with metallic clamor—they did not break.
The creature pivoted to the right arm that Lorain had cleaved—the seven torn sections, held together by gelatinous strands, began slowly to knit themselves whole again.
Lorain, mounted on the Skeletal Horse, flew at speed and swung the Ebony Sword.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
This time a clean chop: the arm’s center section fell away in uniform rectangular pieces, scattering in all directions.
But before the fragments dispersed fully into the air, sticky liquid bridged the gaps between them faster than they could separate.
Only Simon, wielding Pier’s Greatsword and carving upward through Bigcrum’s body, managed to land truly effective blows.
“Hah! Hngh! Phew!”
He had climbed as high as the creature’s chest, yet Simon already sensed he had surpassed his limits—not sensed it, but crossed beyond them repeatedly.
Pier carried the Greatsword, but Simon maintained the Black Essence Stepping at an angle nearly perpendicular to the ground, kept the Subspace active, and still had to dodge the incoming bandages.
The conditions were, needless to say, hellish.
And yet.
‘I will see this through, no matter what.’
If he fell now, there was nothing but the plunge below.
With the vast expanse of landscape yawning beneath him, Simon forced his unresponsive legs to run.
‘Oh!’
Suddenly, as his right foot bore down on the creature’s chest, strength drained from his leg and he stumbled.
Simon’s body tilted sharply; he nearly fell.
-My, are you tiring already?
A single feather fluttered past his face.
‘Serne?’
Thunk!
Snap! Snap!
Feathers began to cling to Simon’s back.
-Let me push you forward.
The feathers immediately decomposed into a magical circle and unleashed tremendous force.
Like a thruster igniting, the burst of power propelled Simon enough to plant his right foot firmly on the giant’s chest.
‘Whoo!’
He ran again.
With the feathers supporting him from behind, the effort lightened considerably. He ran as if flying.
“Haaaaaaaaah!”
He roared savagely and launched himself upward from the creature’s shoulders.
At last.
Open sky appeared above.
Nothing lay above now. On either side he saw only the giant’s shoulders and neck.
Simon now planted his feet on those shoulders and ran toward the neck.
‘Pier!!’
[Ready, boy!]
Simon ran. Observers watched from the perimeter.
And beyond them stood Serne, her expression impossibly complex.
‘…Simon Polentia.’
In truth, she had intended to replace the Legion Commander with someone else.
What she needed was not the boy named Simon but the Undead he possessed—and the power of a Legion Commander.
Once she seized the Legion, Necromancers with endless potential awaited in the Ivory Tower, and Simon was merely someone fated to disappear.
But then.
A boy pushed legs already at their limit, his face contorted by the savage wind, howling and cursing as he ran toward the monster’s neck with singular purpose—and that image burned itself into Serne’s vision.
A will that would never break.
‘What in the world…….’
Could even the Necromancers of the Ivory Tower accomplish such a thing?
Could they even mimic it?
Simon, having overcome every obstacle and finally reached the giant’s neck, swung his pure white Greatsword with an explosive battle cry.
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech!
The world split in two.
The giant’s neck, dozens of times larger than Simon, cleaved cleanly in half with a pristine cross-section.
Serne was swept up in a tide of trembling awe.
This was.
Undeniable.
‘Irreplaceable.’
No one in the entire Ivory Tower could take Simon Polentia’s place.
[Hahahaha! You did it! Boy! You actually did it!]
At Pier’s cry, Simon broke into a grin. As the giant’s severed head flew through the air, Simon’s own body lost its balance and began to topple.
High above.
Cold wind whistled sharply across the sky, and Simon felt a surge of electric exhilaration.
And then.
“Simon!”
His consciousness cut out.

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