The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 114

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 114
Arachne, the human who first defeated a god without flaw and was remembered for it.
Yet in the end, she was punished for her audacity—transformed into a spider simply for daring to defy a god as a mere mortal. At least, that’s how the myths recorded it.
[Liri: Your thoughts are almost entirely correct. Of course, all our stories have been distorted and passed down through people’s accounts and data.]
[Liri: Now that Arachne has become a Dungeon, there’s no way left to clarify the truth. It’s unfortunate.]
A Staff Member who has become a Dungeon cannot be reverted to their former state.
All that remained was to live on as the Arachne of myth, as people had recorded her.
I watched anew as the Staff Member, who had exhausted all divine power and vanished, was erased and replaced with new data.
“So this is Arachne’s web, then?”
“Well, I suppose that’s the right way to see it.”
Harp knelt on one knee and gazed at it intently.
“But how did you clear the fusion S-Rank Dungeon last time?”
“Dante, myself, twenty-seven Japanese Rankers, and our Staff Member’s incarnation won the day.”
“Huh? We’re falling pretty far behind, aren’t we?”
The web, if it could even be called that, was densely woven—almost like something spun on a loom. It seemed as though stepping even slightly upon it would slice through your entire body.
The threads were exquisitely fine and resilient, gleaming like stars as if laced with metal, yet radiating a murderous aura all the while.
“Wait, something’s coming.”
Before we could examine it further, Jung Hwan-jae’s low voice reached us.
Simultaneous with his sharp warning, a silhouette approaching from beyond entered my vision. It couldn’t be called a spider.
A human figure flying as if riding a brush.
“…That’s not human.”
It wasn’t riding the brush at all.
The brush and body had fused—hands and legs were bound tightly by brush bristles.
The face had been replaced with an expression like a child’s crayon scribbles, and the man tilted his head in confusion.
The scrawled face shifted moment by moment, as if emoticons were expressing his mood.
“Something about this feels grotesque.”
I knew I shouldn’t harbor such impressions of a person, yet I found myself agreeing somewhat.
Though I knew he had once been someone’s contractor, that knowledge did nothing to diminish how utterly grotesque the sight before me was.
Whether fully merged with the brush or not, he floated past the web.
“To the side!”
At Jung Hwan-jae’s command, we split without hesitation, rolling across the ground in opposite directions.
Something resembling paint streaked through the space where we’d been standing.
Had we taken that attack head-on, our bodies might have fractured in the same way.
“Brutal.”
Harp, who’d rolled in the same direction as me, let out a hollow laugh. His body bore several raw scrapes from the tumble.
His golden eyes gleamed. I could tell without him saying a word that he was activating some skill.
“The objective… is to make us climb up onto the Loom.”
“The Loom?”
Jung Hwan-jae and Sung Ji-wook, who had rolled far back, quickly closed the distance.
He nodded at me, then opened his mouth as if to explain further.
“That’s not a spider web—it’s Arachne’s Loom. And that person… sigh, the boss monster.”
Harp’s expression grew uncomfortable, as if calling someone he once knew a boss monster left a bitter taste.
But that person could no longer be what he once was. How could I regard someone consumed by their own greed as human?
Someone who had exploited an innocent Assigned Staff Member who offered pure affection and devotion, dragging them both down the path to ruin.
“Why is it a boss monster?”
“You’re cold-hearted, aren’t you? Anyway, what that boss monster wants is to place us on the Loom. Once we’re up there, the Loom activates and traps us between the threads, then dyes us.”
So that wasn’t paint—it was dye.
Sure enough, as we increased our distance, the boss turned back toward the spider-web-like Loom and began painting it with dye, adding color to it.
Wasn’t a Loom originally made from threads of five colors? Though that hardly mattered now.
“How can you tell all that?”
“These eyes the Ancient Dragon gave me have the power of insight. I can perceive that person’s intentions, their goals… things like that.”
If I’d had this ability from the start, Dae wouldn’t have had to die. The hardness in my expression made it clear I was thinking exactly that.
I shot to my feet to escape those thoughts.
“So we need to pull that boss off the Loom, right? How should we do it? Should we use ropes? Or should I take command again…?”
“I don’t think commanding is the answer right now.”
“I see…”
Jung Hwan-jae, who would normally have backed me unconditionally, was seriously objecting. I quickly let go of the idea.
Sung Ji-wook watched the monster frantically painting dye with a cautious expression.
“That Loom… as it absorbs the dye, it seems to be transforming into different terrain.”
“Huh?”
My gaze dropped sharply downward. Indeed, what had been painted red was transforming like flames, and what had been painted blue was shifting into an ominously corrupted water.
It had been dangerous before, but now—stepping inside might actually require preparing for a funeral.
I gasped sharply in that instant.
“I’ll verify it.”
Jung Hwan-jae summoned his scythe and slashed horizontally through the empty air.
Immediately, a crimson aura and flames erupted simultaneously from the sharp blade.
Harp, watching this unfold, still managed a joke.
“Reaper sounds cool, so I named myself Harp, but he actually goes by Jung Hwan.”
“Reaper is just a nickname.”
“I know.”
Sensing the change, the monster lifted its body upward, and the attack struck the Loom directly.
“Ugh, aaaugh!”
At that same moment, the monster began contorting its entire body and shrieking.
I thought it was in pain, but it seemed more like rage—fury at having its masterpiece destroyed.
Its face twisted grotesquely into an expression of pure anger.
That thing, writhing its body in bizarre contortions, spewed dye once more. We had no choice but to roll across the ground desperately.
Thump, thump.
My heart began pounding violently. Suddenly, the thought that I might actually die this time crossed my mind.
It was a sensation I hadn’t felt in quite a while. Perhaps the lingering effects of the emotions I’d experienced during the command phase hadn’t fully subsided.
This time, the ground was completely corroding, melting away. After that, attacks came relentlessly, one after another.
In my haste to evade, I’d forgotten to actually look at the monster itself.
“Huh?”
“Ye-ah!”
Threads coiled around my ankle, burrowing deep into the flesh.
Blood beaded at my ankle before the creature simply dragged my body along, sprinting away.
“Wait, wait!”
I fired mana at the threads, but they showed no sign of snapping easily.
Cut one and another seized my ankle. Sever that one and yet another—
Then a blue light shot forth, healing my ankle where flesh had been torn away. Simultaneously, something whip-like seized my wrist with brutal force.
It was Harp, armed. Gripping my wrist with a jade-colored whip to prevent me from being dragged further, he cried out irritably.
“You’re determined to make us fight, aren’t you!”
But the more Harp held me, the more threads wrapped around me. No—now they weren’t just binding me, but all of us.
All of them possessed such kind hearts that they couldn’t bring themselves to retreat and leave me behind.
If only I would surrender, they could fight freely and destroy the Loom. But with the threads still connecting me to it—
‘I can’t think of a way to attack.’
[Liri: Ye-ah.]
The Loom drew closer and closer.
Was this how it would end, dying like this? I saw Jung Hwan-jae ignore the threads engulfing him and rush toward me.
[Liri: Yeom Ye-ah.]
The moment I saw the threads brush against his neck and begin to coil, I screamed.
“Don’t come!”
At the very least, I wanted to remain a healer who wasn’t a burden to you at the end.
With that thought, the instant my nails dug into the ground with all my strength, something fell before my eyes.
Feathers so brilliantly white they hurt to look at.
[Even if I lie to everyone else, I know what you truly wish for.]
A voice both majestic and tender seeped into my ears. It was a voice I’d definitely heard somewhere before.
At that same moment, all the threads binding us melted away into white.
The instant my body was freed, Jung Hwan-jae rushed over and lifted me into his arms. Gold and blue mana swirled frantically around my ankle, cradling it.
And as if to shield all of us, a massive pair of white wings unfurled before my eyes.
White hair, violet eyes. A man radiating dazzling beauty from head to toe, dressed entirely in white, turned to look at us.
No—he looked at me. And he smiled.
“I’ve come to save you, Ye-ah.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————