The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 110

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 110
“Please show me the scars from your wounds so I can use my tracking skill.”
“….”
“I thought you wouldn’t have erased the scars.”
Sung Ji-wook possessed far more information about Harp than either I or Jung Hwan-jae had.
Though their connection didn’t seem particularly deep, the fact that he’d grasped even his temperament struck me as remarkably impressive.
When I first received the file on the Ranking Tournament, I realized he must be the author of those meticulous notes written there. If Harp hadn’t retired, there would have been a continuous record about him as well.
If someone I’d watched for so long in the Ranking Tournament, someone I thought I’d meet again, were to suddenly become unreachable due to an unexpected accident, I imagine I would suffer too.
[Liri: Humans tend to suffer each time those with whom they share deep bonds perish. It’s essentially equivalent to data deletion.]
[Liri: We understand it somewhat like losing a file you’ve worked diligently on for a long time all at once.]
‘I think those two things are actually almost completely different, but thank you for the thoughtful perspective….’
Harp pondered briefly before removing his outer garment.
He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt from the top, then suddenly paused and looked at me.
“Researcher, are you watching me because you’re thinking I might remove my pants too?”
“No.”
“Then feel free.”
I’d seen countless men remove their shirts during skill training.
Whether it was for show or simply their preference in equipment fashion, even during my convenience store part-time work I’d frequently seen hunters who were half-naked.
I waved my hand dismissively, as if unconcerned.
“Yes, then.”
Harp stopped minding me and comfortably removed his shirt.
And I immediately regretted what I’d said. A deep, grotesque diagonal scar ran perfectly from his left shoulder to his right flank.
Several claw marks remained in an X-pattern, slightly to the left of center where the heart would be, as if that had been the intended target.
“The long one came from Kim Kyung-hoon pushing me in front of the boss, and while I was hesitating to treat it, that bastard attacked again. That’s when my eye was damaged too.”
“What kind of attack….”
“Something invisible slashed at me. If I’d been unharmed, I could have sensed it through mana perception, but I was in no state or condition for that.”
The sensation of being slashed by something invisible—at least here, I alone knew exactly what that was.
I’d felt that sensation of my neck being severed when I was first kidnapped into a dungeon.
“I was already cut deeply by an attack that slowed regeneration, and because Kim Kyung-hoon was trying to slice all the way to my heart, I was delayed.”
Dragons are immortal beings.
Possessing an utterly perfect and resilient body, their regenerative power is overwhelming.
Before the boss, it would have been the perfect situation for exsanguination if the healers didn’t rush over and attach themselves en masse, and as one of the most capable healers, I was desperate to avoid being killed by another healer.
‘Why are you doing this? Do you think killing me this way will change something? That you might become even stronger?’
‘I don’t think that. But I’ve simply hated you terribly from long ago, so I’d prefer there be no misunderstanding.’
Kim Kyung-hoon laughed with eyes gleaming with murderous intent. It was then I first realized how hideously ugly the face of someone consumed by their own desires could be.
In that critical moment, Kim Kyung-hoon seemed intent on buying time rather than killing me with his own strength, and he vanished into the crowd in an instant.
‘Listen well, little one. The Ancient Dragon’s power stems from immortality. You will not be able to inherit all of this and become immortal. But you can escape this situation.’
‘What do you mean.’
‘Live. That is how you keep the oath you made to me.’
After that, Dae manifested and transferred his divine power to Harp’s deep wounds and eyes.
At that moment, mana like a cluster of stars poured into Harp, accelerating the healing of his wounds, but Harp’s mind was in no state to concern itself with such things.
The world seen through a dragon’s eyes existed on a different plane. Everything appeared to move slowly, and it felt as though everything was under his control.
But Dae, who had transferred all of his divine power to him and then faced the boss’s massive incoming attack head-on, was annihilated before my eyes.
“Even after that, I can still see through the dragon’s eyes.”
“But why…”
“Why did I retire? Most of the mana in my body has fused with Dae’s divine power. If anything, I have more divine power than mana.”
That was likely the case.
I didn’t know how strong the Assigned Staff Member’s power was, but having transferred all of his strength including his eyes like that meant it was no ordinary gift.
And the divine power he had transferred would continue to subtly pulse through his body indefinitely.
“Your mana will continue to replenish endlessly, but Dae’s divine power will never return, will it?”
“Ah.”
“It’s already fused within my body, so there’s no way to separate it.”
[Liri: The fusion between the contractor’s mana and the Assigned Staff Member’s divine power is quite high—it should be considered a blessing, yet that person doesn’t seem happy at all.]
[Liri: It seems the weight of parting is affecting him deeply.]
“So you’re saying that once you exhaust all of it, every trace of the Assigned Staff Member named Dae disappears, and that’s why you chose retirement?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
Harp nodded toward Jung Hwan-jae while effortlessly brushing aside the confusion, shock, sorrow, and regret that poured down upon him.
I had seen such expressions far too many times—so many that I was sick of them—and there was no point in meeting that gaze and saying “it’s fine” or getting upset asking “are you pitying me?”
Even so, the dead do not return.
This was Harp’s own way of mourning.
“I can still use skills. I can summon my status window, and honestly, I wasn’t the type to log into the Valkyrie Network very often anyway, so there aren’t many situations where I need help.”
“Do you have no intention of returning to the hunter profession?”
“I’m not sure.”
Why was he answering so ambiguously? Did he truly wish to return, yet found it difficult to voice with his own mouth?
It was a feeling of being unable to understand even his own emotions.
“Kim Kyung-hoon’s mana was originally purple.”
“Ah, from what I saw, it was blue. Just like what Harp—I mean, Savior did.”
Harp nodded calmly despite knowing that I had nearly called him a hunter, and he condensed blue mana in his hand before releasing it into the empty air.
Whenever Kim Kyung-hoon used his, it felt as though it transformed into a poisonous mist, but his was like a clear morning breeze.
It was so deceptively pleasant that one might mistake it for something that would improve one’s health with each breath. The color of his soul was truly beautiful.
“It’s not that I copied him. Originally, mana in the world doesn’t have such diverse colors.”
“I see.”
“It would be more accurate to say his mana was gradually becoming corrupted.”
When mana begins to corrupt, the color changes first. It loses its original hue and shifts chaotically through various colors before finally degrading into achromatic tones.
It becomes a color as if all paints had been mixed together into a mess.
From what I observed, it was already an unpleasant shade of blue, so I’m not sure how far it’s progressed now. It might already be gray.
“His skills are intact.”
“You’re a healer specialized in tracking and eliminating pain itself, aren’t you?”
“I was. That doesn’t mean I can’t treat wounds, and in emergency situations requiring anesthesia, they’d call me first.”
He wore a sentimental expression for a moment, as if recalling memories.
Seeing that expression, a complex mix of emotions washed over me, and without thinking, I found myself looking at Jung Hwan-jae. He wore a similar expression to mine.
Who wouldn’t think of their assigned staff member in a situation like this?
In the end, mourning fell to those left behind, and regardless of how we chose to express it, we had no right to interfere with that.
“Whenever you wish.”
Jung Hwan-jae suddenly spoke. Harp’s attention shifted toward him.
“Whenever you wish to return, please let us know. Even if not Hanttae, there are places and people waiting for you.”
It was a clumsy consolation, but it seemed to resonate with Harp, who gazed at Jung Hwan-jae for a long moment before nodding.
“Well then, let’s quickly deal with that tracking or whatever it is….”
As if signaling the end of this tender moment, his words were cut short by a sharp voice.
-An S-rank Gate has appeared near the building! All researchers currently unable to use skills are requested to evacuate immediately. We need the cooperation of all staff members.
“…S-rank Gate?”

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