Chapter 616
Western Roke Island.
Woodville Arena.
“Today’s commentator is Orlendo Sray! We’re here at Woodville Arena, broadcasting the second-year afternoon match!”
The arena, packed full of spectators, erupted in a thunderous cheer. The fever of the Dark Emperor Festival was blazing hot.
“And now, we’ve brought in our very special guest commentator! None other than Professor Keyzen himself will be joining—oh wait, kids, you can’t come up here!”
Little girls in overalls, looking even younger than the students, were struggling to climb onto the platform.
The host rushed to stop them, but the girls shouted proudly:
“The one next to me, Lin, is Professor Keyzen!”
“That’s right! And the one next to me, Rune, is also Professor Keyzen!”
The host let out a helpless laugh.
“Haha! Enough fooling around, head on back. Parents! Any guardians here?”
At that, a man raised his hand.
He was a Keyzen headquarters staff member. Seeing the sudden appearance of his employer, the host immediately straightened up respectfully.
“What seems to be the matter?”
The staffer frantically gestured toward the girls. As the puzzled host waited, his face gradually turned pale.
“A… ahhhh! My deepest apologies!”
The host bowed repeatedly, almost doubling over in apology.
So these little kids were actually the professors of Keyzen. People always said nothing in Keyzen was bound by common sense, but now that such a sight was right before his eyes, he was left utterly defenseless.
The twin professors sat themselves on either side of the host with satisfied expressions.
“Ehem! A small accident, but the broadcast continues! Professors, please explain, what kind of match do we have today?”
“The event is Team Raid! Each team can have up to six students from a single department!”
“The first department to take down the powerful monster wins!”
Woodville Arena was the largest and most expansive of all Dark Emperor Festival stadiums.
Inside it were seven small sub-arenas, each protected by sturdy barriers.
“This is fascinating!”
The host’s eyes gleamed. Having grown up watching the Dark Emperor Festival, he was well-versed in the world of necromancers.
“Normally, Keyzen’s ‘Team Raid’ mixes students from all seven majors into a single team. But today, this is the Dark Emperor Festival, a department-versus-department showdown! That means six students from the same department must form a team—how exciting!”
The host, more excited than the students themselves, raised his voice into the amplification crystal.
“The Katarology department can neutralize any monster in an instant, but lacks finishing blows! The Haematology department can push forward once the monster bleeds, but before that, it’ll be tough! The type of monster that appears will be key!”
He turned toward the twin professors.
“Professors, which department do you think will—”
Before he could finish, Lin and Rune climbed up onto the table.
“Summonology kids, fighting! If you don’t win first place, Lin will make you my friend!”
“Rune will make you my friend too!”
It was a classic necromancer world joke meaning “If you don’t get first place, I’ll kill you”, but the host didn’t understand that. He just laughed awkwardly and lifted the crystal.
“Now then, let’s bring in the players! Since students have a limited number of appearances in matches, seeing who participates in which event is an important point of strategy! Let’s begin!”
Woooong!
Bzzt!
Inside the seven barriers, students began teleporting in one by one. Excited spectators shouted noisily.
“This year too, I trust you, Katarology!”
“Please win! Please! I even bet my house deed behind my wife’s back!”
“Toxicology, let’s go! It’s about time for you to win! You can do it!”
As the mega-festival watched by the entire Dark Alliance, everyone’s attention was fixed on which department would claim victory this year. Betting houses and gambling dens had astronomical sums riding on the results.
Traditional powerhouses Katarology and Darkness Dynamics were neck and neck, but this year Katarology had a slight edge, because their second-year supervisor was none other than the legendary Bahil Amagar.
As each student appeared, the excitement in the arena grew hotter. Whenever a well-known “named” student showed up, the cheers were deafening.
But then—
“Oh, one department hasn’t arrived yet.”
The host looked flustered.
“Which one? Ah, Summonology! Summonology is missing. What happened?”
The crowd began murmuring. The students already in place also turned to look.
Then, belatedly, a faint light flickered as a teleportation circle opened.
“Huh… that light seems small?”
“Yeah, it does.”
All eyes focused on the glow. From within it, a lone boy emerged.
“One! Just one student!”
The host shouted in astonishment.
“While every other department has sent six, Summonology has sent only one!”
Other students stared in disbelief.
“What are they thinking?”
“They must’ve given up on this round.”
As the glow faded, the lone participant was revealed.
A boy with blue hair, standing confidently, his radiant black coat fluttering.
“No way! That one student is—”
The host shot to his feet and shouted:
“Keyzen’s Student Council President, Simon Follentia!!”
Waaaaaaaah!
The crowd erupted into explosive cheers for Simon’s dramatic entrance.
In a team raid requiring six players, he had come alone, a shocking strategy.
“…Seriously?”
“Ever since he became Student Council President, he’s acting like he’s the center of attention.”
Students from other departments snickered.
“Do your best, kid!”
“Go get ‘em, kid!”
The twin professors shouted from atop the table.
“This is astonishing! Haha!”
The host, still dazed by shock, laughed blankly. The professors then hopped down and sat back in their seats.
“Bearded kid!”
“What do you think?”
‘Bearded… kid…’
The host gave a bitter smile and lowered his crystal.
“If I may guess, no matter if he’s the Student Council President, he’s still just one of many excellent Keyzen students. Beating six of his own peers will be difficult.”
The spectators largely agreed. They applauded Simon’s boldness, but realistically, going solo in a six-person event seemed reckless.
But the twin professors just spun in their chairs, laughing.
“Is that so? Is that so?”
“If Simon were merely an ordinary excellent student, that’d be true!”
“?”
Meanwhile, all seven teams had finished preparations inside their barriers.
The committee made a final check for cheating before leaving the fields.
“Now, the mighty Raid Monsters will teleport into the arenas!”
Fwoooosh!
Light flared, far greater than when the students appeared.
“Today’s monster is—the Gyrodile!!”
Boom!
It was a massive crocodilian monster, standing upright on two legs.
Over three meters tall, its body stretched to terrifying length. Its entire frame was armored in thick scales, its tail bristling with spikes.
Its gaping jaws revealed long teeth that gleamed with sunlight, an apex predator worthy of the name “Crocodile Giant”.
“Then let the match begin!”
The curse binding the monster was lifted, and its hollow eyes filled with a feral gleam. Its slit pupils darted left and right, before it bared its fangs at the students.
“Go!”
“Stick to the plan!”
The students scattered, preparing their black magic.
Each department had different formations, strategies, and magic to unleash, making it exciting for spectators to compare.
Finally, Simon made his move.
From his subspace, he began pulling out skeletons one after another, spreading them around the Gyrodile. The freed monster snarled and charged straight at the armed undead.
Click.
At Simon’s gesture, the skeletons moved in dazzling patterns, pulling the Gyrodile’s attention away.
This is what’s good about Summonology.
Even if manpower was short, with summons he could compensate.
After deploying enough skeletons, Simon brought out his trump card.
Boom!
A massive undead appeared, kneeling on one knee the moment it materialized. Its entire body was clad in black armor reminiscent of a Dark Knight.
“What is that?”
“It doesn’t have a head.”
All eyes focused on the Student Council President’s summon. The commentator, obligated to explain to the crowd, turned to the twin professors.
“Professors! What kind of summon is that?”
“It’s a Dullahan!”
“A rather special one at that!”
Simon stretched out his arm.
Wooooom—!
A violet light flared from his palm, etching a diagram into the air. Like a fence enclosing a small ecosystem, its ends met and overlapped, forming runes, sigils, and complex polyhedrons in sequence.
Numbers and symbols arranged themselves into formulas, violet light surging through the circuits. Magical components interlocked like precise machinery, rotating slowly as sparks crackled.
—…!
Sensing danger, the Gyrodile shook off the skeletons and tried to lunge toward Simon.
Swish. Swish.
But Simon twitched his fingers, and the skeletons transformed with Bone Armor, clinging to its legs to hinder its movements. Zombies summoned from subspace were clad in Bone Armor as well.
Whirr! Vwoom!
Like transport ships, the armored corpses floated into the air, then dropped onto the Gyrodile’s back. Simon clenched his fist.
‘Corpse Explosion!’
KABOOOOOM!!
BOOOOOOM!!
Explosions tore through its back, the monster’s colossal body staggering and crashing down.
Roaring in fury, the Gyrodile lashed out with claws and tail, tearing through skeletons once again.
‘Good. Its attention’s divided.’
Meanwhile, Simon’s Chaos Magic neared completion.
Waaaaaaaah!
Cheers erupted, but Simon’s eyes drifted to the other arenas.
‘They’re faster than I expected.’
Most were already in the finishing stages.
Katarology had cursed their Gyrodile into weakness. Darkness Dynamics unleashed completed elemental spells in unison. Haematology stripped scales away and applied bleeding magic. Magical Combat students drove a spear into its neck.
He had to hurry. At last, Simon set his completed Chaos Magic Circle upon the Dullahan’s back.
Next, he took out—
Wooooooom—!
The skull of Manus, emanating waves of ominous energy. He placed it upon the Dullahan, then activated it.
“Ah! At this moment, Student Council President Simon makes his move! He’s placed something on the Dullahan! Is that… a skeleton’s skull?”
Light blazed within Manus’s twin eye sockets. His Darkness resonated with the Chaos Circle embedded inside the Dullahan, fusing with the glowing sigil on its back.
‘I don’t need much.’
The kneeling Dullahan’s body began to rise.
<Simon Follentia’s Original – Chaos Dullahan>
‘One sword strike is all I need.’
Simon felt his mind link with Manus’ will.
Ever since their training assessment, Manus no longer rejected the psychic pathway to Simon.
Sching.
Simon drew his sword.
At that same instant, Manus, standing imposingly above him, also drew his blade. Their lowered stances and poised movements were identical, perfectly synchronized.
‘It’s the World Reversal, Manus.’
Bzzzzt—!
Manus’ eyes flickered, as if telling him: Do it properly.
Simon grinned.
‘Here we go!’
Shiiing—!
The world around him turned gray. Sounds stretched out, as if waterlogged, while his thoughts accelerated infinitely.
His heartbeat pounded like a drum.
Focus reached its peak, the unification of consciousness complete.
Now Simon grasped Manus’ movements, his stance, his essence, his art.
Simon’s lips curled in a fierce smile.
‘In this fleeting moment, I become a Swordmaster.’
Their feet moved forward in unison.
The rotation began at their toes, flowing through the waist into the arms. The surge of energy coursing through their limbs was directed perfectly, not a drop wasted.
Released.
<Imperial Swordsmanship – World Reversal>
SHHHHHHRRRRRRKKKK!!
The sky split in half.
The arena split in half.
An unstoppable straight line carved its way forward, Simon and Manus bringing their blades down behind the massive monster.
The spectators gaped.
“Did… something happen?”
“Look there! At the Summonology side…!”
Screeeech!
On the Gyrodile’s neck, a clean severed line appeared.
“……!!”
The entire arena froze in voiceless shock.
Simon and the Dullahan, their movements perfectly unified, slid their swords back toward their sheaths.
Kagagagagk—
The steel rasped against the scabbard, the sound grinding the spectators’ nerves taut.
Click.
The moment the blade was fully sheathed—
SPLAAASH!
The giant neck toppled, the head severed with a pristine cut, crashing down to the ground before all others.
Until the monster’s skull struck the floor—
BOOM—!
Not a single person in the stands could open their mouths.
Superb.
When are we getting more free chapters?
Thanks for the new chapters
Very good story and translation but half the chapter aren't for free and it is wayyyy too expensive will it stat like tjis foreve or will it get free after some time