Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner Chapter 907

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 907

Simon and Aaron immediately started working on the Bone Dragon.

One week left.

The amount of work for the Bone Dragon was enormous and the production was difficult enough that a magician had to be involved in most of the process but I worked with the intention of digesting up to 90% of the workload here at Pentamonium.

“Tibia 57.”

“Here you are Professor!”

At Aaron’s lab he started working on reconstructing the skeleton of Mirmiz.

The bones of living things are not all structured. Damage caused by activities wear and tear caused by time and other things there were no problems while alive but there were some parts that caused problems when raised as undead.

The protruding skeleton is shaved off and the worn parts are filled with drake bones. Cartilage or fat had to be replaced with black magic or other equipment.

Crumble crunch square!

Aaron who had changed into work clothes was scraping the bones with a work knife. There was no hesitation in his hand.

“Simon you’re slow.”

Aaron urged without even looking in Simon’s direction.

“If this continues it will not be completed even if it takes a year.”

“sorry!”

Simon who was sitting at the desk next to him shouted and grabbed the work knife again.

The source of these remains was discovered.

Harhis’s will was inherited.

The pressure of having to succeed and the fear that one wrong twist of the hand could ruin all the work made my movements spontaneously sluggish.

‘It was always fun to create the undead.’

I was so nervous that my palms were now sweaty.

“There is no need to put too much emotion into a simple task.”

Perhaps noticing the disciple’s condition Aaron tried stretching to relieve tension such as turning or bending his wrist. Simon did the same.

“The pressure to do well only encourages mistakes. Relax your body and make your movements smoother.”

“yes!”

Aaron cut the bones properly drilled holes inserted the device and had Simon use black magic.

As I was working on a few bones like that I heard a knock in the lab. Aaron said wiping the sweat off his face with a towel.

“Come in.”

Simon stopped the knife.

“Who did you call?”

“There’s no way the two of us can work on this gigantic undead in a week. I called someone with good skills.”

Aaron gestured as if to go out to meet him and Simon quickly put down the work knife and ran.

Soon the door opened and an old man with white hair appeared. Abnormally large skull sloppy beard and grumpy appearance. But there was a sly smile on her lips.

“Heh heh heh! Professor Aaron you are here!”

It was a familiar face.

The same person who came to see ‘Dread Heart’ when it first arrived in Rochester Harbor and made a fuss.

Professor of Summoning Department who teaches first year students.

“Professor Oedip?”

“You were there too! Long time no see student council president Simon!”

He opened his mouth and grinned causing a hollow on one side of his head. He put the various undead materials he had in his hand into Simon’s hands.

“I came to the Pentamonium to shop for materials but Professor Aaron told me he would join me in making your Bone Dragon so I came running!”

The help of an unexpected person.

Actually there was no reason to give up. It was such a great strength to have an active Professor Kizen help another person.

Simon smiled broadly.

“It’s such an honor professor! I think it will be a great help.”

“Gorum Gorum! Can I call you Simon?”

“Yes! As you like.”

He had a lot of luggage and after handing it to Simon he left the rest on a nearby table. Inside the bag were all kinds of undead materials with preservation magic.

“I felt like the sky was falling when I heard that your beautiful top-of-the-line ‘dread heart’ failed to link with the Bone Dragon! I couldn’t sleep!”

Aaron who was behind me corrected me by saying “It’s not a failure.”

“But if Dread Heart failed shouldn’t there be some alternative?”

Oediff started taking off his suit in a hurry probably thinking of getting into the work right away. Simon said after forcing the arm of the zombie that was about to jump out of the bag.

“Yes there are alternatives.”

“An imitation made of that cycle rune word and breath? I’ll help you but I think it’ll be difficult for me. Simon-kun do you prepare your mind too?”

An old man in his 70s who looked inside the laboratory let out a breathless sound.

A gigantic lump leaping and shining in front of my eyes.

Oedif whose legs were weak fell to his knees.

“Uh uh how can something like this…!”

It was a real dragon heart.

The old man’s pupils shook in disbelief. The thrill of the adventurer who witnessed the existence of paradise at the end of the adventure seemed to be worse than this.

“It’s beautiful.”

Eventually tears welled up in his eyes.

“Are you looking at my nonsense? Maybe such a perfect material actually exists! What can I make with it? No no matter what I make can I surpass the existence of this dragon heart itself? I can never follow the imitation Dread Heart. A beauty without…”

The moment Professor Oedip’s bewitched face was about to reach the dragon heart Aaron swung his arm as if he had waited.

< Exanimis >

Suddenly hit by the curse Professor Oedip’s body fell down with a crackling sound.

< Born Prison >

Soon bones from the ceiling came down like a linking motion and bound Oedip’s body. His arms and legs were blocked and he struggled.

“What what is this! Professor Aron! I don’t like this kind of thing!”

Oedip jumped up and down like a shrimp. Aaron said coldly.

“Don’t touch me. This is not a request.”

“Huh! Where the hell did your cuteness of the past go? It seems like only yesterday that you had bright eyes when you were a Kizen student but now that you’ve become a professor all you have left is a bad joke!”

Aaron ignored that and looked at Simon.

“As you can see Professor Oedip has certain skills but there are risks. That’s what a typical ‘Necromancer’ is.”

“…haha.”

It is said that the reason Oedif who was confined to a small room accepted the position of Professor Keyzen was actually to cover his own research expenses which he could not afford. As such he was serious about making undead and collecting materials.

“The dragon heart’s preservation magic is new so put it in the subspace.”

“I guess so.”

When Simon put the dragon heart into the subspace Oediff who was tied to the bone armor licked his lips with a regretful expression.

“You’re doing too much! We’re not partners anymore!”

“Not yet.”

Aaron put a cigar in his mouth and squatted in front of Oedip. Soon he took out some papers from his bosom and held them out in front of him.

“It’s a cursed contract. If you sign it we’ll start working on the dragon together.”

“….”

Oedipus was speechless. Simon thought it might be because he was saddened by Aaron who even threw a curse contract at the person who came to help but it was completely different.

“The dragon heart I just saw flickers before my eyes.”

Oediff’s voice lost its strength.

“It’s so perfect. It’s perfect in itself. I’m even afraid that the undead finished product made by grinding this material can surpass the original perfection of that material.”

“….”

“Our necromancers have become so technologically advanced that with only a corpse they can create undead that are stronger than they were when they were alive! Let’s just leave it alone! Making something out of dragon hearts is an insult to the materials…!”

Aaron wordlessly moved his hand and placed a dragon bone in front of Oedip’s face.

“This is the bone that was wrapped around the dragon heart.”

“…Oh oh!”

As if he hadn’t lost his temper Oedip’s eyes quickly returned to their bright colors.

“These are high-quality dragon bones! It’s like my joints tremble at the large amount of dragon factors contained in them! This is really…!”

“What we’re going to do is a combination of these ingredients.”

Aaron said that and released the Bone Armor that bound Oedif.

“There is no time to be absorbed in Dragon Heart. If you combine the best add the best formulas and black magic you wonder what the result will be.”

“…Keuk keuheum.”

Oediff cleared his throat for a moment and then looked up.

“It’s a problem because you know me too well.”

A spark of passion shone in the eyes of the 70-line old man.

“Good! Being involved in the masterpiece is the greatest honor as a necromancer!”

* * *

It’s been two days since Simon entered the Pentamonium.

Rumbling.

Two workers in overalls yawned as they pulled a food cart.

At Pentamonium a repository of advanced knowledge and the cradle of researchers there were countless researchers who skipped meals. In fact there are often cases of starvation.

So Pentamonium was providing a meal delivery service to lab renters.

“This is the last lab.”

An employee rustled the note in his hand.

“Room 1080 Lab…”

“Have you heard the rumors?”

The partner pushing the cart asked abruptly.

“At the end of Room 1080 they told me to be very careful in the kitchen. There are dangerous people.”

The staff laughed.

“Oh the danger? We can’t eat pentamonium jjambab for a day or two. I see one or two crazy necromancers.”

We arrived at Lab 1080 before we knew it.

An employee knocked on the door.

“Dinner is here.”

But inside it was quiet. He knocked on the door again.

“Dinner is here…”

Rurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

At that moment the door opened and out of nowhere hot ‘flame’ came out.

“Huh!”

The sudden baptism of fire knocked the staff down on their seats in astonishment and flames continued to rise beyond them scorching even the walls.

“Eh what the hell is this…!”

“Why are you so late!”

An old man with one side of his head black came striding forward.

“Isn’t my routine disrupted because your meal was 10 minutes late! Are you guys going to take responsibility if an accident happens due to a loss of concentration?”

What else is this geek inspiration? The employee who thought so moved his pupils.

On one side of his clothes was a name tag that read < Oediff Professor of Keyzen Summoning >.

‘That crazy inspiration is Professor Kizen?’

“Forgive me for being late!”

The colleague who was pushing the cart quickly apologized and prepared the food. Oediff clicked his tongue.

“How am I going to take responsibility if the greatest masterpiece of all time in the necromancer world fails because your meals are late! Have a little more duty!”

‘What a crazy sound.’

that buck that buck

This time another pale-faced man appeared in the lab. For a moment the staff thought he was a zombie controlled by Professor Oedip.

< Professor of Keygen Summoning Aaron Deia >

The man wearing that name tag slowly put his cigar in his mouth.

“Excuse me but smoking inside the Pentagonium is…”

“late.”

At the cold words of the man the staff shook their heads and quickly prepared the food. Afterwards a boy who looked noticeably younger than them came running to help carry the food.

“I’m sorry our professors are very sensitive right now… I will reimburse the burnt wall.”

A person who speaks well.

The employee who thought so grumbled.

“Are you a teaching assistant? We were the only ones scolded for nothing. Please take good care of us…”

As he said his eyes widened. His nameplate stood out.

< Student President Keyzen Simon Pollentia >

A hiccup came out of the employee’s mouth at the feast of the sudden bigwigs. Simon smiled and nodded his head.

“Okay. Next time I’ll come out first so don’t worry.”

Simon closed the lab door and entered.

The two employees who were immersed in the afterglow for a moment and were dazed looked at each other. Two Keyzen professors and the Keygen student council president are in the same research space.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

The clerk pushing the cart laughed bitterly.

“Well it wouldn’t be strange if a dragon suddenly jumped out.”

* * *

The Pentamonium’s top-floor laboratory.

Chee Hee Hee-

Smoke billowed out and the test tube opened.

A girl with bobbed hazelnut hair slowly rose from her seat. A middle-aged woman in a white study coat approached and asked kindly.

“Are you okay? Sasha.”

“Yes Doctor.”

She nodded and left her seat.

The woman in a research uniform looked at the chart and said.

“Now the remaining divine reaction is also quiet. The condition is very good. But don’t forget to take the medicine.”

The side effect of being forced to become a saint was also disappearing. The girl got up from her seat and walked away then she grabbed a white shirt and black school uniform lying nearby and walked away.

“Oh are you thinking of leaving already?”

“yes.”

She opened the lab window and looked out the window.

Soon she smiled broadly.

“Seeing the trees sway merrily I think the person I’m looking for is here.”

NECROMANCER ACADEMY’S GENIUS SUMMONER CHAPTER 908