The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 100

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 100
Of course, from that moment on, Hwa-jon didn’t become So Yi-yoon’s eternal enemy, nor did anything of the sort occur.
It was far too trivial a matter—merely the catalyst for realizing that “there are far too many who cannot win despite having awakened.”
Hwa-jon claimed by nature to dislike clashing with others. Even after registering as a Hunter, he never stepped into the spotlight.
‘There’s no point in envying someone without ambition.’
He seemed to have no intention of joining a Guild, disappearing into leisurely obscurity instead.
Those ranked above him were predictable. Rosalind Brown, Sung Ji-wook, and finally Harp. Rosalind Brown was a Hunter one could only properly observe during Ranking Matches.
As for Sung Ji-wook, he was famous for awakening alongside his sibling in a Dungeon.
Simultaneously cast by a Guild, he worked there continuously, or so I heard.
Everyone knew his real name was Sung Ji-wook, yet he stubbornly used the stage name “Joke.”
He considered that a form of self-aggrandizement as well.
[Gasul: Yi-yoon is already an excellent Hunter without needing to concern himself with others. Why do you keep worrying about them?]
My handler spoke unnecessarily much. For things I could accomplish alone, he would rush in to offer help or offer unsolicited advice.
‘You’re not human, so you wouldn’t understand. In the end, if you don’t compare yourself and establish superiority among them, you’ll be left behind.’
[Gasul: I’ve observed countless humans. All are born into different circumstances and cannot be equal. They’re different humans. You excel within your own conditions.]
‘Then why doesn’t Hunter Jung Hwan choose me? If I’m such an excellent human.’
Yet there was no place for So Yi-yoon in that Guild. Everywhere else, they scrambled to recruit him, but that place alone rejected him.
Hanttae. It was always Hanttae that was the problem.
‘Hanttae does not conduct open recruitment.’
The high barrier of that place, proven by countless mouths, repeatedly drove So Yi-yoon to despair.
There was no grand reason for wanting to enter Hanttae. It was simply that only by standing at the highest place could I eliminate anyone to look up to.
Until my first defeat by Harp in the Ranking Match, I certainly thought that way.

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“You really do fight in a cowardly manner.”
“A Ranking Match is about determining rankings, not about fighting honorably or achieving a beautiful conclusion.”
“If I can win through cowardly and petty methods, I have nothing to say.”
Harp brushed his hands lightly and spoke with finality.
After adjusting his glasses, he stepped back several paces as if distancing himself from something unpleasant.
Above their heads floated a status window declaring Harp’s victory, and this came after So Yi-yoon had launched six or seven attacks against him, all ending in miserable failure.
“I’ve heard the rumors. There’s a healer who fights in a rather unpleasant way. Apparently not very cooperative in parties either, so people don’t want to work with them.”
It wasn’t meant to scratch at his pride.
Harp had long been known for throwing facts at people with excessive honesty, which had earned him many enemies.
There was no malice behind it. But sometimes people found a single truth harder to accept than any curse.
And So Yi-yoon was someone who despised hearing such truths more than anyone.
No matter how petty or dirty the methods used, as long as he defeated his opponent and placed them beneath him, that was all that mattered.
And he’d thought Harp would be easy to defeat. He disliked stepping into the forefront like Hwa-jon did.
The famous healer Harp—’I prefer research to strategy, honestly, I think Baldur made a mistake awakening me as a healer in the first place…’
He recalled an article he’d seen recently.
So Yi-yoon had thought Harp was of the same ilk as Hwa-jon. But he was someone with desires in a different direction, incomparable to Hwa-jon.
He would find the optimal method of application in his own field of study and knew how to suppress his opponent with it.
After leaving the Ranking Match Arena, Harp spoke calmly to So Yi-yoon, who stood there stupidly.
“I know you’re impersonating Kim Kyung-hoon and Kim Myung-joo’s son. If I say it like this, you’ll claim you never made such a statement and that people are just misunderstanding on their own. But honestly, I don’t really care how you live.”
“….”
Usually, one only paid attention to someone if they were a match for you or worth your concern.
In Harp’s added words, there was a clear undertone of annoyance.
“I also know you’re investigating my background. But let’s just go our separate ways. After all, if it weren’t for this Ranking Match, we’d never meet again anyway.”
The winner of the subsequent Ranking Match between Sung Ji-wook and Harp was naturally Sung Ji-wook.
Harp left the arena without a trace of regret, looking relieved.
His casual surrender and acceptance ignited the inferiority complex burning in So Yi-yoon’s heart. If only he hadn’t worn such a carefree and unbothered expression, things wouldn’t have escalated so far.
So Yi-yoon, standing in that spot, collided with someone.
“Ah, my apologies.”
“Hey, you….”
As he was about to curse, his eyes met the other person’s. Strikingly serene crimson eyes gazed upon So Yi-yoon.
This man was Jung Hwan, the Ranking 1st place hunter and Guild Master of Hanttae.
If So Yi-yoon hadn’t been wearing the Perception Confusion Robe that concealed his face, he would have been immediately recognized.
“Are you injured?”
“….”
So Yi-yoon didn’t answer and immediately bolted away from the spot. He thought he heard a puzzled breath behind him, but there were no pursuing footsteps.
It was around that time he learned about the compensation for killing staff members.
Gasul, wearing a worried expression, had contacted So Yi-yoon, who despite awakening as a healer had become obsessed with offensive capabilities and pursued greater destructive power.
[Gasul: Yi-yoon, my holy power is gradually becoming corrupted. I might not be able to help you anymore. I wish you’d use it a bit more carefully.]
‘Corrupted?’
The Valkyrie Network grants access to information regarding ‘holy power contamination’ and ‘fusion’.
[Gasul: You’d be better off checking it yourself rather than having me explain it.]
Thanks to the considerable time invested in stat enhancement, his access privileges to the network were quite high.
The Valkyrie Network—granting access proportional to an awakened one’s progress and power, regardless of how it might be abused.
He considered that alone to be fair.
And the contents of contamination and fusion that he directly reviewed were precisely what So Yi-yoon had been searching for.
‘If I can win through cowardly and petty methods, I won’t say a word.’
Harp’s words carved themselves vividly into So Yi-yoon’s heart. It felt almost like permission.
Permission to choose any path, so long as I could win.
Memory Trash Bin (B)
Around that time, So Yi-yoon acquired another memory manipulation skill. While its targets were limited compared to the guilt of annihilation, it allowed him to touch the memories his target desired.
He created a guild for staff member assassination, then manipulated the memories of everyone who joined it.
As the guild’s founder, he could suddenly appear as a nameless stranger who had joined the guild.
He researched, and researched, and researched, and researched again.
‘How can I eliminate that staff member?’
He was weaker than Harp. So borrowing Gasul’s power was impossible.
But he understood the nature of a handler. When their contractor was in danger, they would save him by any means necessary.
That was why he deliberately entered the large-scale raid.
He manipulated the memories of those ranked lower than himself to create chaos, deliberately forcing Harp to expend excessive mana.
Just a brief opening was all he needed. Just a moment of carelessness on his part.
When the decisive attack finally aimed at Harp, and the butterfly effect of that moment caused the handler to manifest and appear!
When he finally killed Harp’s handler under the guise of accident, he achieved victory.
Watching his figure collapse before his eyes, he thought: If I can defeat Sung Ji-wook in the next Ranking Match, no one in Korea will be able to follow me.
Hanttae will surely come searching for me.
Six months passed that way, and the year changed.
Yeom Ye-ah appeared.

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