REAPER SCANS
Necromancer Academy's Genius Summoner
[Translator - Ramen]
[Proofreader - Artethrax]
Chapter 374
Stomp! Stomp!
Chatelle walked toward Simon, radiating a menacing aura. Each step shook the floating ground.
"Herseva."
As Simon backed away, he said,
"We only have that option left now."
[The third-stage power, kid?]
Simon nodded and raised his staff. At this point, his entire body was enveloped in radiant golden clothes.
"Please allow me to correct myself, Chatelle."
"Hm?"
Chatelle looked at Simon, his head slightly tilted in confusion.
"It's not just that you have a bad matchup against me…"
Raising his staff in front of his chest like a sword, Simon declared,
"…It's impossible for you to beat me."
Whoooosh…!
Simon twirled his staff. Golden sand spilled out and swirled around as the wood swung through the air.
Seeing this, Chatelle narrowed his eyes and reached his right arm forward.
Rrrrumble!
Rrrrrrrrrrrumble!
The ground responded to his gesture.
Earth rose like a tidal wave from the edges of the arena, surging toward the center where the two stood.
"You cannot… escape."
The tidal wave was crashing down from all directions, but Simon paid it no heed, too busy swinging his staff through the air as if performing a sacred ritual.
Swaaaaaaaaaaaah…!
The amount of golden sand flowing from his staff increased, enveloping the surroundings in a fog-like haze.
In response, Chatelle strengthened the Jet-Black Film around his body just in case, but the sand bore no offensive power. It merely drifted with the wind.
"Here I go."
By this point, Simon had been enveloped by the sand and he practically disappeared. And even from where he stood, Chatelle's vision was significantly obscured by the sand.
{Herseva Original - World of Sand}
Chatelle's vision turned pitch black: he had been buried alive under a mound of sand.
However, the mound wasn't too massive, and he quickly dug through the sand before opening his eyes,
"…!"
There he found himself in the middle of a desert, nothing but sand as far as the eye could see.
Swiiish…
In this desolate desert, the only sign of reality was the hot wind that carried not a hint of moisture within it.
Standing a little distance away was Simon. His golden robe and the staff he was holding were gone.
"Where… is this?"
Simon answered with a triumphant smile,
"A dungeon."
Herseva's third stage, her final power.
It was the ability to bring an opponent into a dungeon she created.
A groan escaped Chatelle's lips.
"Creating a dun…geon. That's… impossible!"
[Think what you want~]
Herseva's voice echoed throughout the area.
Chatelle looked up. Two giant eyes appeared in the cloudless sky above the golden desert.
[But you'll die if you don't quickly grasp the situation.]
Two unwavering eyes gazed down at Chatelle.
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Whisper, whisper!
"What's going on?"
Back outside the dungeon, the spectators had seen the arena suddenly rise into the air, and they descended into chaos once they realized what that meant.
"I don't know who's winning!"
"Shouldn't the organizers do something?"
Surprised spectators and curious onlookers voiced various concerns.
At that moment, the referee picked up the loudspeaker crystal ball and said,
[We apologize for the inconvenience. We have just launched an observer into the air.]
The central mana screen switched to the observer's view.
Finally, the view of the arena was secured, but…
"Th-They're gone?!"
There was no one in the arena.
No trace, not even a remnant of jet-black, could be seen. The screen showing the barrier gauges of the two students now displayed 'disconnected.'
"I-If that's the case…"
"What will happen to the match?"
If the audience was confused, the referee was even moreso. He was looking at the rulebook for the first time in five years, something he had only referred to for his qualification exam.
[Th-The two of them were last seen still within the lines, so the out-of-bounds rules don't apply, but since both students disappeared during the duel, both of them are—]
"Wait."
At the sudden interruption, the referee frowned and turned around. Who dares to disregard the referee's authori—?!
"V-Vice President?!"
It was someone with the authority to overrule him.
The referee immediately bowed in subservience. However, the voice didn't come from her, but from below her.
A girl holding Jane's hand and licking an ice-cream cone.
"Gaassp! L-Lady Nefthis!"
"Shh."
The silver-haired girl winked, and she signaled the referee to keep his silence. The referee clamped his mouth shut, sweating profusely as if under a curse.
'Wh-Why is she here?!'
The referee looked up at Jane, demanding an answer, but she was also shaking her head in warning.
"Would you like some ice cream?"
Nefthis grinned and offered him some ice cream, which was now dripping with saliva.
It seemed she had used distortion magic, as the audience didn't seem to be seeing Nefthis.
The referee trembled and desperately declined the offer.
"I wouldn't give it to you even if you wanted it!"
Then Nefthis stuffed the ice cream into her own mouth.
Like a tired babysitter, Jane pressed down on the top of Nefthis' head with a look of disdain.
"Enough joking around and please explain."
"Hm? Explain what?"
"The referee needs to know what happened to make a decision."
"Oh~"
Nefthis giggled.
"They just moved the fighting area to another space. I'm sure they'll be back soon."
"…What?"
"Waity Waity."
With that, Nefthis gobbled up the last bit of ice cream.
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'…What on earth is this?'
Thought Chatelle as he witnessed the most shocking sight of his life.
[The dungeon feels a bit desolate, doesn't it? Let's decorate a bit!]
"Don't overdo it, Herseva."
Around Simon, countless structures were rising from the barren desert.
The size and scale were incomparable to what he had created in the arena before.
Rrrrrrrrrrrumble!
[Kyahahahahahaha!]
Giant temples, towering obelisks, gardens, statues, and even skyscrapers.
A city was brought into existence in this barren desert as if it were an empty canvas.
'…'
At this rate, Chatelle would be suffocated by the growing golden city.
Chatelle, taking a deep breath, activated his most powerful dark spell, {Domain Seizure}, once more.
Black ink rippled from beneath his feet, forming a small pond.
That was the extent of his domain.
Even with his 'Domain Seizure', which commanded control of the ground, this was his limit.
[Oh? Look at this kid.]
Herseva's mocking voice echoed across the entire dungeon.
[If you're renting a lot, you must pay a price, right?]
Creeeaaak!
The doors of countless buildings and structures flung open, revealing this golden city's inhabitants. The mummies.
[Gyagyagyaah!]
Simon's maximum recorded number of maintained mummies in the arena was fifty-one.
And in this place, the number was almost…
[Gyagyagyagyagyagyagh!]
[Gyagyagyagyagyag!]
[Gyagyagyagyagyag!]
[Gyagyagyagyagyag!]
[Gyagyagyagyagyag!]
…over 5,000.
'Wait, Herseva.'
[Hm?]
'You said the third stage power doesn't last long, right?'
[Well, yeah.]
Even with overwhelming forces, they had no time to relax.
Simon charged directly toward Chatelle, who had stayed in his pond-sized domain.
'Chatelle only has one strategy left. He'll definitely target me.'
Both of them wanted to end the fight quickly.
Simon closed his eyes. Although Herseva's body had vanished when the dungeon opened, his thoughts were still linked with hers.
No, it was more than just a connection. It felt like the entire world was within his hands.
"Everyone…"
When Simon raised his arm, the countless mummies stopped and awaited his command.
"Charge!"
Rrrrrrrrrrumble!
An uncountable number of mummies sprinted in, the kicked-up sand creating a dense cloud of dust. Simon charged along with them.
There were various types of mummies, too. Some ran on all fours, some had weapons they wrapped their bandages around, others rode horses, and a few were giant mummies with ornate masks.
And Chatelle, who had to face this army alone, was staring only at Simon. He raised his fists.
Swaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The black sand that was loyal to Chatelle swirled around him. It then wrapped closer around him, condensing as parts intermittently collapsed into deadly spikes before returning to sand. It was like he was covering in shifting thorns.
Soon, Chatelle, wearing this sand armor, stretched his knees and jumped.
Pooww!
One jump was enough to reach Simon, but Simon also knew that, so he stepped back to allow the wave of mummies to swarm in front of him.
Crrrrrush!
The ensuing clash was turmoil.
Mummies that were within reach of Chatelle tried to bite him with sharp teeth and wrap him up with bandages, but the sand armor ripped through anything that got close.
Pshk! Pshk! Pshk! Pshk! Pshk! Pshk!
Like bundles of paper being cut by a shredder, bits of mummies piled up wherever Chatelle passed. The giant, tearing through this forest of mummies, finally arrived in front of Simon.
Wooooooooooosh!
Chatelle immediately launched a single strike with enough power to deplete the barrier gauge to zero.
But Simon dodged with ease, leaning back as he placed strength into his left foot.
'Open!'
Six of the Overlord's tentacles stretched in different directions, their sharp edges cutting into Chatelle's flesh.
"Kuhugh!"
Chatelle tried to throw another punch, but…
Thud!
The feeling of some weight pressing down on him forced his right knee to the ground. Before he knew it, mummies had climbed onto Chatelle's back.
"Now!"
When Simon reached his arm out, the mummies on horseback threw spears wrapped in bandages.
Unable to dodge, Chatelle's stomach soon resembled a porcupine as the sound of his Jet-Black Film shattering and the barrier straining could be heard over all the groaning mummies.
Chatelle violently struggled, shaking off the mummies on his back, and he charged again. However, Simon refused to engage directly and continued to attack with mummies.
[Kid! Instead of the small fries, bring out a big one!]
'How do I do that?'
[Stop pretending you don't know. Can't you visualize the exact structure of the buildings in your mind?]
In fact, he could.
Since arriving in this space, detailed building blueprints had vividly flashed through his thoughts.
[Try creating one. You have the authority, too.]
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Looking more monster than man as mummies hung from his body, Chatelle was marching straight toward Simon.
Simon plunged both hands into the sand, then lifted up with all his might as if pulling out a buried rock.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumble!
Then, a brick pyramid rose up in front of Simon, standing almost as tall as Pentamonium's famous glass towers.
Clang!
Soon, the structure's entrance opened, and a 10-meter-tall mummy monster with an ornate mask appeared, flexing its hook-like claws on each hand.
Pow!
The mummy giant kicked Chatelle, sending both Chatelle and any nearby mummies flying from the shockwave.
"Ugh!!"
Staggering back, Chatelle gathered jet-black into his fist and returned the punch. The jet-black hit the mummy in the head, causing it to topple backward and before it slammed to the ground, sand scattering everywhere.
Despite being dragged into a world like this, Chatelle was persistently fighting on.
'His endurance alone is that of a giant.'
Even without using jet-black, his body was the best in Kizen.
Punching off the mummies attached to his body, every shockwave from his fists sent even more mummies flying.
Without Herseva's seal on Chatelle's jet-black earth magic, Simon might not have had even a chance in a pure, head-to-head battle.
But Simon had no intention of retreating, either. He was already constructing the next building.
"Come forth."
When Simon raised his arm, a long, elongated tomb rose from the sand.
Its lid shattered, and a dragon wrapped entirely in bandages soared into the air.
'A mummified dragon!'
[Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!]
It even used Dragon Fear. Chatelle's face stiffened, but he didn't stop walking.
"Let's go!"
Simon leaped onto the mummified dragon's back and charged at Chatelle. Exhausted from the effort, his eyes half-closed, Chatelle loaded jet-black into his fists as drool pooled in his mouth.
As the two were about to clash…
Crack!
A jagged line formed through the world like breaking glass.
Crackle!
Craaaaaaack!
Shatter!
The world crumbled into pieces, changing the environment surrounding Simon and Chatelle.
"Kugh!"
"Kuhugh!"
The two boys staggered and fell to the ground.
"Ah…!"
Somehow, they had returned to the floating arena. However, it wasn't just the previous world that was collapsing, as Chatelle had been gone for a long time.
Crash!
Soon after they arrived, the floating arena began to fall.
Rrrrrrrrumble!
Amidst the countless falling rocks raining down, Simon and Chatelle crashed back down into the Indoor Arena 1.
"Oh, I see them!"
"They're back!!"
Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
Despite the staffs' attempt to evacuate the spectators, many students remained to watch the end of this big match.
Rick, Camibarez, and Benya cheered passionately, and Elissa, who had been hesitating on whether to run or not, belatedly sat down with a nonchalant expression and chanted Chatelle's name.
"What in the world happened?"
Muttered Rick, his eyes wide.
The two of them, who looked to be about even when they vanished, now couldn't be any more different.
"Huff! Huff! Phewww!"s
Chatelle was lying on the ground, struggling to breathe like he was on the verge of death. His eyes were still trembling, unable to accept what had happened in the other world.
"Haah."
On the other hand, Simon was straightening his clothes with a rather calm expression, and Herseva was once again in his hand.
[Simon Polentia: 98%]
[Chatelle Maerre: 7%]
An overwhelming difference.
It was so great that it was as if this was a duel between an upper squad student and a lower squad student. But the opponent was Chatelle Maerre, one of the three greatest terrors.
"Give up, Chatelle. The match is over."
"…Your bluff… is too great."
Chatelle stood up, supporting his heavy body on his shaking legs.
"If you used… such… a technique… you cannot be unscathed… either."
Chatelle's suspicion was very reasonable.
However…
"Nah."
Simon shrugged.
"I'm fine."
Simon then put in the last drop of jet-black needed to complete the magic circle he had attached to his waist this whole time and took out the golem's core.
Chatelle's eyes trembled as he realized what the technique being used was.
"I'm sorry, but…"
A dazzling turquoise light passed through the golem's core and soared into the air, then imbued itself into the dozens of skeletons Simon had summoned.
"From now on, you'll be facing me."
Flutter! Flutter!
Twenty-four skeletons with emerald capes fluttering behind them stood around Simon.
Another decisive, high-level dark spell after creating such a vast world.
Using this spell just to force the opponent to surrender was…
{Simon Original - Royal Bodyguards}
It was excessive.
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