Chapter 580

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 580

“Whoa whoa—”

Simon closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath to raise his concentration.

After taking some time to get all the thoughts out of my head I opened my eyes. You can see the biological organs for practice lying on the table.

It looked like lungs that sputtered at will. Its only function is to suck mana from the air and expel it.

‘next.’

Simon looked at the magic circle set under it.

About 1/3 finished. The borders and basic formulas were set but the spaces for runes and core formulas were empty.

It’s like looking at a quiz question.

What formula would be needed in this empty space?

Which rune word would be appropriate for this composition?

If you fill it up well and apply it to your vital organs the engine that converts mana into jet black will be completed.

‘Now now what should I do?’

First remember your goal.

‘I have to change the mana to jet black.’

Visualize the knowledge you need for your goal.

‘Because we have to deal with pitch darkness first of all we have to mutate biological organs into undead organs.’

‘What do you need to become undead? The transformation formula and the corruption transformation formula. I learned it while baking.’

‘What is the formula to support the main rune? A dependent system will suffice. It’s the same as the Crypt Guard you learned about in textbooks before.’

By asking and answering questions on their own repeatedly they establish hypotheses and build frameworks.

The answer came out surprisingly well.

Thinking of one unlocks the other. All the knowledge learned so far comes to mind and supports the hypothesis.

‘Make the idea in your head a little more certain.’

While the other students were still arguing over materials Simon took out all of his Summoning Science notebooks from his bag.

The other students’ tables were full of various materials but Simon’s desk was only a notebook. He drew a magic circle on a blank notebook and wrote down equations next to it as if drawing branches.

‘Interlock with modification formula.’

‘Professor Aaron emphasized the Rune of Intention so what can I use it for? Should the lungs remain active? Oh then...!’

Ideas bite tail after tail.

Realization rushes into my head like water bursting.

‘I’ve got the theory and I’m going to practice right away.’

Simon carefully completed the remaining magic circles. He first drew the formulas based on the most important main rune words and then connected other formulas or sub-rune words.

Soon after he tried to engrave the completed magic circle into the living body but it did not work as he wanted.

‘I matched it with the modification formula but why doesn’t it move? Is something missing? Assuming that the magic circle is in place the external conditions... Ah!’

After concluding the idea of ​​the magic circle the necessary materials were finally seen. Simon was the last among the 52 members of the Department of Summoning and ran to pick up the ingredients with a basket.

‘Sap of silk grass base node opel.’

After bringing the desired ingredients the water in the prepared magic pot was boiled. By adding ingredients and stirring the biological organs were reinforced little by little.

There was also a stage where you had to pierce living organs with a working knife. The technique of passing jet-black thread through it and twisting it in the opposite direction to tie it is unmistakably a chimera technique.

‘They’re all things I know.’

It was different from when he relied on talent to create riches.

The learned information is contained in the head and it is arranged sensuously.

A riddle that seemed unanswerable turns into a puzzle. The knowledge that seemed to have nothing to do with it fits into the groove and unfolds the big picture.

‘Perfect.’

I was so excited that the corners of my mouth went up.

While Simon was leading the way the other students seemed to have caught on.

The grumbling was no longer heard. Everyone was concentrating on their work to the extent that the hall was quiet with only the sound of quills and knives being snapped.

“What what is it?”

In this way only the students who declared giving up from the beginning became ridiculous.

“Did you find out something? How can you learn something you haven’t learned...”

“I’m busy so don’t tell me.”

It was important to have the mindset to try something.

Aaron’s instruction to create an unlearned ‘Engine’ for Dyurahan was clearly felt by everyone vaguely. However if you think about it carefully there are images that pop into your head little by little for any Summoning Department student.

If you hold on to that and start something that becomes an important step.

There were students who divided the living body in half and there were students who tried to cause a chemical reaction by covering the body with a shell or dropping a deadly poisonous liquid on it.

Since it was a free class that I could do as I wanted rather than a standardized class many interesting ideas came out.

“Teacher assistant.”

Simon who was concentrating on his work raised his hand. A teaching assistant approached.

“Yes student. Please speak.”

“Do I really have to use only the ingredients here?”

“No. This is a free creative activity. Anything you want...”

Enemy!

As soon as he finished his words Simon disassembled the ‘Mini Night Terror’ he had made in the previous Summoning Materials class.

Then they began to hang them on living organs.

The assistant’s eyes widened.

‘...Are you going to make something bizarre again?’

* * *

“Time passed. Stop power operation.”

said Aaron. All students removed their hands from the table and took a step back.

“How does that thing move?”

The students jumped left and right in amazement. The Night Terror pushed through the snow like a rocket and crashed into the fence.

Whoop-!

Even so it continued to move its elongated tail to move forward making a squeaking sound.

“I changed the pitch-black conversion of mana as well as speed.”

‘...That’s ridiculous.’

Aaron raised an eyebrow.

It was Dyurahan who changed ‘speed’ to ‘moving power’ over there.

‘Be ahead of the pace and do it in moderation. Genius.’

A squeal followed by the sound of a fence about to collapse.

* * *

After the performance evaluation points were over the teaching assistants called all the students together.

“I am an educator.”

Aaron opened his mouth.

“However in a department with more than 50 students on-campus education is bound to be uniform and learners are bound to acquire knowledge in a passive manner.”

The students stayed silent and listened to Aaron’s words.

“So I gave you guys a chance to show your own creativity before making Dullahan. Of course there were students who were dissatisfied-“

A few students put on a sullen expression.

“I understand that dissatisfaction. But just before injecting standardized knowledge I think about it. What would I do if I were the first person to make Dullahan? I wanted you guys to feel it. It would be disqualifying as an educator to harden your head with simple knowledge without providing this opportunity.”

Simon silently nodded.

Whether it’s failure or success the outcome doesn’t matter. The knowledge that was enlightened and understood in the process of self-exploration was truly one’s own.

“professor.”

At that time the head assistant came up to Aaron and whispered in his ear. Aaron nodded his head.

“Then from now on we will start a full-fledged Durahan production class. Students who do not achieve results in this class desperately follow along. Students who have achieved results should follow them while comparing the result they thought was the correct answer with the actual knowledge.”

“Yes! Professor!”

* * *

The special lecture ended in the evening.

The students who took classes alternately between the outdoor practice room and the indoor classroom finally left the classroom with a smile on their face.

“uh.”

“It smells delicious.”

The students moved with zombie-like gaits just as a large bowl of warm meat soup was boiling in the pot.

“Wow!”

Dispensing has begun. The students lined up to receive the meat soup and bread and sat nearby to eat.

Simon also scooped a spoonful of soup blew on it and took a bite.

‘Ah I think I’ll live.’

There’s nothing like warm soup in this cold weather.

“Hmm. The taste is there but isn’t the dinner lacking compared to today’s hard schedule?”

Eshu said abruptly.

“Meat! Meat! More meat! We’ve come this far but we should let them do a camping barbeque!”

“We’re not here to play. Esch.”

said Lorraine sitting quietly and dipping her bread into the meat soup. Eshu pursed his lips.

“Mu of course it is!”

“Listen while eating.”

Aaron walked in and preached among the students.

“Tonight there will be no rush so the teaching assistants prepared it but from tomorrow onwards you guys will have to take care of the meal.”

There were also voices everywhere.

Nothing was easy.

“The special lecture starts early tomorrow morning so you can follow me without being late. Ideal.”

Aaron left without saying that. The 10 trillion members immediately entered into discussion.

“What shall we eat tomorrow?”

Simon said. Eshu groaned and crossed his arms.

“You have to catch and eat monsters. I heard there are a lot of dinosaur monsters out there.”

Toto and Lorraine’s expressions froze nicely.

“Do you really have to eat that?”

“There must be nothing to eat because there are so many tendons.”

In order to keep up with the intense training camp schedule good food and a good bed were essential.

Fortunately the bed was solved but the problem was the meal.

‘It’s difficult. Considering hunting and cooking time should I wake up at dawn?’

That moment when Simon closes his eyes and is immersed in his thoughts.

“Chairman!”

Eshu tapped Simon’s arm and laughed mischievously.

“I have a good idea!”

“What?”

She looked around and spoke in a muffled voice.

“Do you want to sneak down to town tonight? I know the location.”

Simon’s eyes widened.

‘Is there a village?’