Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 91

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 91
Simon, consciousness severed, began to free fall.
“Simon!”
The moment Lorain seized the reins to rush to his aid, the Bio-bandages maintaining the Big Room scattered in all directions.
“Ugh…!”
The bandages shattered rock faces, cleaved through trees entirely, and laid waste to everything around them. Some even flew toward the central island of Kizen.
Lorain swiftly deployed Defensive Magic Circles and swung her Black Ebony Sword to sever the bandages, while Serne sent her Feathers to contain them. The instructors moved with practiced urgency to manage the aftermath.
“No, Simon!!”
“Don’t worry.”
Serne extended her right arm in the direction Simon was falling. Faint light rippled across the Feathers that remained along his back.
“I calibrated the remaining Feathers to slow his descent, so he won’t be hurt even if he falls.”
“Thank you.”
Serne let out a small laugh, her eyes narrowing with exasperation.
“I’m the one who helped Simon, so why are you thanking me? That’s annoying.”
“……?”
Lorain blinked, a puzzled expression crossing her face.

* * *
Simon descended to the foot of South Island. And there was one person who discovered the unconscious Simon faster than anyone else.
‘Hehehe! Fortune smiles so brightly after crisis!’
Haren was sprinting toward the direction Simon had landed.
He’d come dangerously close to death just moments before.
Whether the Feathers Serne had given him had finally run their course or Malcom had simply regained consciousness, Haren had sensed it and fled with enough speed to escape—barely. If he’d been any slower, Malcom’s retaliation would have ended everything.
‘Damn, the rest of my school life is going to be rough.’
If the rumor that all of M-class belonged to Malcom’s faction was true, he’d just made an entire class his enemy.
Still, Haren had one card left to play.
‘If I pull this off, I’m joining Serne’s Faction!’
What could that latecomer ranked tenth do against him—a heir to the ivory tower who stood directly beneath Special Rank number two?
More than that, if things went well and he became Bahil’s direct disciple, no one would ever dare touch him again.
Because of the chaos just now, there were almost no students on South Island, and Haren crossed the bridge without obstruction.
Upon entering South Island, Haren pushed through the undergrowth and advanced unimpeded until, at last.
“Found him!”
He spotted Simon. The boy lay sprawled in the grass, completely unconscious.
“What a stroke of… huh?”
Haren stepped back. Someone had arrived before him.
A man of impressive height and broad, powerful shoulders.
‘It’s… it’s Hector!’
Definitely Hector Mohr from Class A.
Whoosh.
As Hector turned his head to look, Haren swallowed hard.
Now that he thought about it, he’d heard rumors that this one also had designs on Simon. If that was true, there was room for negotiation.
“Ha ha! Hey there! You’ve got business with Simon too?”
“…….”
Hector regarded him with an expressionless face, looking down, but said nothing.
“I’ve got a proposition for you.”
Haren’s lips curled upward.
“Let me finish the job. Just that one thing. In exchange, you can have all of Simon’s Tongue Pad Points.”
“…….”
“Or if you want the honor of taking down Special Rank number one, that’s fine too. Sure, sure. I’ll spread the word. Just let me deliver the finishing blow….”
Hector moved toward Haren with purposeful strides. Haren sensed the atmosphere turning ominous and backed away.
“Hey, wait! Why are you doing this! I’m yielding everything to you!”
Hector’s body surged forward with sharp precision. Haren hastily summoned a Black Hand to shield himself.
Crack!
As Hector drove his fist forward, a heavy impact thundered out.
The force sent Haren stumbling backward; he dropped to one knee and gagged with a wet cough, his Black Hand bearing what looked like a deep gouge where the fist had struck.
“…… Bastard.”
A Subspace opened beside Hector, and sticky, foul-smelling scales began adhering to his right arm.
For Haren, it was simply incomprehensible.
Why was he doing this? Hadn’t Hector been said to hate Simon?
“No, wait! Hold on! Do you know who sent me here…!”
Hector’s lips curled upward.
“No need to know.”
His fist, covered in black scales, shot forward trailing a shockwave in its wake.
Haren’s will to fight had already been shattered by that earlier blow. The moment he recognized he was outmatched, he spun on his heel and bolted.
A click of the tongue.
As Haren disappeared into the forest, Hector made no move to pursue. His gaze turned instead to Simon, sprawled motionless across the grass.
‘Like hell I’m settling this way.’
Hector ground his teeth so hard they creaked.
“Simon!”
That was when Lorain appeared in the sky, mounted on a Skeletal Horse.
She vaulted from the beast’s back and rushed forward in a panic, dropping to her knees beside Simon to check his condition. He’d lost consciousness from exhaustion, but mercifully showed no signs of injury.
“……!”
Then she spotted Hector, standing a short distance away. Her eyes snapped alert, and she pulled Simon closer to her.
‘This is bad.’
She’d fought Serne back-to-back with Big Room, without so much as a moment to catch her breath.
With her stamina utterly drained and her Dark Element reserves scraping empty, there was no guarantee of victory even for her—not against Hector. Her eyes flicked to his transformed right arm.
“…….”
But then.
Hector, who had been staring at the two of them in silence, simply turned on his heel and vanished.
‘He’s just… leaving?’
Lorain blinked, bewildered, when Simon let out a soft groan and stirred.
“Simon! Simon! Can you hear me? Simon!”
As she shook him awake, she reached into her Pocket Dimension and drew out a Potion, pressing it to his lips.

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“Hagh! Hagh! Damn! Damn!”
Haren was fleeing frantically from Hector.
‘I can’t give up like this! I absolutely can’t!’
Simon was just lying there. One touch and he’d be secured. But he couldn’t do it because of one person getting in the way?
It was unacceptable.
If he couldn’t take on Hector alone, he’d have to scrape together the rest of his team somehow.
He fished one Feather from his pocket. Only two remained. The last one he’d need for Simon.
‘Is anyone around?’
As he thrashed through the undergrowth, glancing about desperately, something caught his foot.
‘…Christ, scared me half to death!’
It was a monster’s corpse.
So that was why no monsters had appeared—they were piled here in mountains of dead flesh.
Even the island’s apex predators, the Tier-3 monsters, lay splayed everywhere, beaten into unrecognizable lumps of meat by sheer one-sided brutality.
And there, among those corpses, sat a male student in Kizen uniform, perched on a rock and resting.
‘…A chance!’
Haren couldn’t fathom why this one had declined the teleport and remained on South Island, but he looked impressively strong.
Haren drew a deep breath, adjusted his distance, then hurled Serne’s Feather. It stuck perfectly to the boy’s back.
Haren couldn’t help but cheer silently, then stepped into view.
“Hey, get ready!”
At his shout, the boy slowly turned to look back.
Dull gray hair and a scar bisecting his right eye, which was swollen with burst blood vessels. He was a man radiating dangerous presence.
‘Look at that face—mean as hell. Was there anyone like this among the first-years?’
The boy scratched at the scar on his eye with a finger, dragging it slowly across the tissue.
“What do you want?”
“Who are you? Tell me your name.”
“Kasan Edvalt.”
Kasan Edvalt? The name was unfamiliar.
“Fine, Kasan. We’re going to capture Simon Polentia right now.”
“…….”
“He’s unconscious, but Hector Moor is in the way. You draw Hector’s attention, and I’ll slip around behind him and finish Simon. Any other questions?”
Kasan rose fluidly to his feet.
“You’re targeting Simon Polentia?”
“Yeah, that’s right! And from now on I’m not taking questions! You just follow my orders—”
Kasan began walking toward Haren, each step deliberate and measured. Haren felt cold sweat pouring down his back before he could stop it.
What the…?
Why does this feel like a déjà vu from earlier?
“Wait, hold on! Stop! Stop right there!”
But Kasan paid no attention to his command. Haren felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
‘Damn it! Why isn’t it working? That woman! If only there were some cheap Feathers mixed in…!’
“You’re really counting on that.”
Kasan brought his hand behind his back and plucked out a Feather with a flick. Then he hurled it toward a Grade 2 monster lurking in the nearby brush—a Lacker.
Thunk!
The Feather struck the Lacker’s body with perfect precision. The creature then panted heavily before flopping onto its side and exposing its belly to Kasan.
‘What? It… it actually works…!’
Haren’s jaw dropped in shock. There was actually someone whom Serne’s Mental Image ability didn’t work on?
“Wait, just hear me out for a second!”
Haren shouted while waving his hands frantically.
“Yeah, sorry! I was wrong just now! Let’s make a deal! I can see you’ve been hunting hard, so you must need Points too. Just help me catch Simon! Then you’ll get Simon’s Points, plus half of mine…!”
“That premise itself is flawed.”
Kasan clenched his fist. A shadowy darkness rippled to life within his palm.
“If you’re targeting Simon, I can’t overlook it.”
“…!!”
Haren flinched and stumbled backward. Then, a surge of frustration welled up inside him and he screamed.
“Damn it! You too?!”
“?”
“What is it about Simon that makes everyone go this far? Professor Bahil! Serne! Hector! What the hell is so special about that bastard that you all make such a fuss?!”
Kasan answered flatly.
“He’s my roommate.”
“Your… roommate?”
“A decent guy moved in the other day. He doesn’t meddle in my affairs, and he keeps quiet until he falls asleep. But.”
A thick, suffocating aura of killing intent emanated from Kasan’s body.
“If Simon leaves Kizen, another loud bastard might end up in my room instead.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?!”
Haren let out a savage roar and rushed forward, unleashing a Black Hand technique.
But.
Tap.
It was stopped lightly by a single extended index finger that Kasan had raised.
“…Huh?”
Kasan grasped the Black Hand and pulled with overwhelming force. Haren’s body was helplessly dragged toward him.
Haren’s eyes flooded with primal terror.
“Don’t touch that guy. Trash.”
Crack!
A headbutt—pure and simple. Kasan’s skull drove into Haren’s forehead like a nail being driven in, and Haren’s face was smashed straight into the ground.
The impact shattered his protective barrier completely, and damage to the emergency shield sent forth sparks as it crackled and hissed.
Watching the unconscious Haren vanish through forced teleportation, Kasan turned away without hesitation.

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