The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 101

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 101
Yeom Ye-ah.
At first, I heard rumors that a healer with some strange skill had awakened from somewhere.
So Yi-yoon, a convenience store part-timer, had visited that place a few times. But the memory was so hazy, just an ordinary person.
Then suddenly, when word spread that she had awakened as a healer, I became curious.
What if she was stronger than I thought? What if someone even more powerful had appeared when I couldn’t even lay a hand on Sung Ji-wook, who stood above me?
“I was really shocked when she passed out.”
“So she sang, but instead of healing, she just knocked people unconscious.”
“Right.”
But the actual stories I heard about that woman were bewildering.
I understood that she could only use her skill by singing. But to think her voice was so tone-deaf that those who heard it would lose consciousness.
I couldn’t help but feel I’d wasted my time worrying about nothing.
When I tested my skill on that interviewer who had actually passed out, he spilled the truth as easily as if Yeom Ye-ah were nothing.
‘Since I invested everything in attack skills and only raised strength and agility.’
With such low mental defense and little mana, someone at a similar level or slightly higher like So Yi-yoon could do that to him.
He looked down on the hunter Yeom Ye-ah with utter contempt.
‘No.’
But I knew better.
I wasn’t unfamiliar with the experience of easily dismissing someone, only to discover they were stronger than me.
Someone who took no precautions whatsoever was essentially lying down and inviting me to grab them.
I erased half of his memories.
That interviewer would remember me as Kim Kyung-hoon, a hunter who had come by after hearing rumors of a new awakened healer and was curious.
I immediately went to Baram Guild and ordered equipment that could block attacks from sound.
It was about six months before I met Yeom Ye-ah. Most of the money I’d saved went down the drain.
Even so, I periodically kept tabs on the guilds where Yeom Ye-ah had interviews.
I received love calls to join this guild several times, but I went to Baram Guild instead.
If I couldn’t be the dragon’s head, I’d be the snake’s head. I had no interest in occupying some mediocre position like the dragon’s tail.
Besides, this guild wasn’t even a dragon.
Wasn’t there clearly a guild called a dragon standing firm in this country?
With a former first-generation powerhouse as Vice Guild Master, and the number one ranked Jung Hwan as Guild Master.
Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook, who fluctuated between the 20s and 30s but never fell below the 50th rank.
All the renowned Korean hunters that Nike hadn’t taken were affiliated with Hanttae.
There were times when even non-rankers were cast, but the exact criteria for that remained unclear.
‘So that wasn’t resolved either, and now another healer appeared.’
“Have some coffee before you go.”
“No, I’ve heard everything I need to, so it’s fine.”
Yeom Ye-ah’s interviewer wore a bewildered expression, as if wondering what we had discussed.
He shook his head, remarking that young people often became forgetful like this. He left without offering any explanation.
“You’re still with Baram?”
“Yeah.”
“Just come here. Why would you go somewhere you won’t be treated properly?”
So Yi-yoon laughed ambiguously.
Not treated properly? No. That place was a guild that revolved around Kim Kyung-hoon.
It would be difficult to find people so hesitant around him anywhere else.
Kim Kyung-hoon’s absence ultimately meant the collapse of Baram. In a world of such magnitude, So Yi-yoon was not without ambition—not enough to easily withdraw.
And his true base of operations lay within the Murder Guild.
After the Harp incident, they had grown excited and begun to run wild.
If they could touch a ranker’s staff member without consequence, why couldn’t they touch others too?
Such malice granted their crimes a twisted justification. So Yi-yoon looked down on them even while thinking he was no different from them.
I’m just using this as a tool.
I’m only thinking about climbing higher with it.
“I’ll go.”
“The way you’re bristling like that—did you get a good offer from somewhere?”
“Maybe.”
He didn’t press further, letting So Yi-yoon leave. There was no justification to hold him back anyway.
Perhaps he had instinctively felt revulsion because So Yi-yoon’s eyes were gleaming dangerously.
That instinct: ‘If I hold him here any longer, this won’t end well no matter what.’
Even when facing someone who appeared weaker, such moments of reflexive perception came.
As So Yi-yoon stepped out of the Guild Building, he exhaled a long breath.
[Gasul: Are you feeling better? Yi-yoon. Honestly, I’m worried you’re paying too much attention to this new awakener.]
‘You didn’t say a word when I was touching awakeners left and right until now, so why suddenly this?’
His mood was twisted.
Hanttae’s criteria for selecting people. If he could have understood that reason, he would have already met it and secured a position.
The moment So Yi-yoon entered that position, Sung Ji-wook would have to relinquish the title of healer within months.
Most people thought the recruitment process turned on the conditions of the Vice Guild Master or Guild Master, but So Yi-yoon knew better.
The final gatekeepers in their selection were Sung Ji-wook and Sung Mi-ju.
Those they didn’t accept could never cross Hanttae’s threshold.
The siblings were direct.
Those they deemed unsuitable were rejected for no reason beyond a “feeling”—a reason they themselves couldn’t explain. But he knew that when they stepped forward from within and said “Kim Kyung-hoon’s recruitment into Hanttae is impossible,” they meant it.
What would Jung Hwan think?
He was famous for possessing such outstanding skill and taking such risks, yet having neither an exclusive team nor a healer.
Either he had blind faith in himself, his staff member’s abilities were extraordinary, or there was some unspeakable reason beyond either explanation.
That was what he was curious about.
[Gasul: Do you want to enter Hanttae Guild? But that place is ultimately just where humans gather. You’re becoming too obsessed with it. If you keep this up, you won’t find happiness.]
Gasul’s nagging had increased noticeably lately.
As if he had forgotten the duty of a staff member.
So Yi-yoon, ignoring all of Gasul’s words, blinked. Yes, that was right. His obsession with Hanttae was growing.
Perhaps he too was losing his humanity. The blue mana that once flowed from his fingertips now appeared grayish-blue.
Days later, information came through the Murder Guild.
A woman named Yeom Ye-ah had entered Hanttae’s Dormitory.
There was no officially published information. It was information extracted while touching on the Hunter Association’s records.
So Yi-yoon decided to take action.

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“Do healers really have to carry some sacred sense of duty? Do you work with such noble intentions, or are people just trying to make money like everyone else?”
An unpleasant woman. Without a hint of intimidation, she refuted So Yi-yoon’s words one by one.
This is exactly why I hate people who can’t communicate.
I thought it would be fine since I was wearing the earplug. But the moment a radiant feather materialized in her hand, everything changed rapidly.
He was consumed by his own attack instead.
His last memory was Yeom Ye-ah’s face, her eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve as she glared at him.
He despised that look in her eyes. The kind that made every path he had walked seem like a lie.
As if all his choices were wrong, as if he were forcibly turning away from other possibilities that existed.
So Yi-yoon was dragged to the Hunter Association, underwent a brief investigation, and slipped away. There was no information that he had harmed Yeom Ye-ah, nor any evidence that he had been forced into a Dungeon.
Testimony holds no power in such circumstances.
[Gasul: Yi-yoon, I think you really need to exercise some restraint now. I can feel both your mana and my divine power becoming slightly tainted.]
‘Why can’t Gasul do what that woman’s handler does?’
Gasul fell silent.
Soon, a specter with hair and eyes white as mist materialized before him.
Gasul, whose form seemed ready to scatter like smoke at any moment, wrapped his hand around So Yi-yoon’s cheek.
It felt like drinking poison. He lowered his head without emotion.
“If you wish, I will give you all my divinity. But even then, you will never reach the place you desire to go.”
“Tell me your name, Gasul.”
That day, he set out toward the Ragnarok Remnants, carrying Gasul’s name with him.

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