The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 116

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 116
“Huh?”
“What is it?”
Sung Mi-ju, adjusting her horn-rimmed glasses, tilted her head in confusion. Dante, observing her unsettled expression, came to a halt.
“What’s wrong, Hunter Mi-ju?”
“Oh, nothing. I just suddenly got worried that something might be happening to my brother.”
It was strange.
Siblings always had some kind of connection between them. Even if not usually, it could strike suddenly one day.
And such a sudden premonition had just struck Sung Mi-ju.
“He’s just going to the Center. Nothing’s going to happen out of the blue.”
“I hope you’re right.”
Normally, she wouldn’t have paid attention to such things or worried about them. But now that this premonition had come, it weighed on her mind all the more.
Dante paused briefly in thought before firing bullets at a descending monster.
While worrying about one’s sibling was admirable, in this situation, it seemed far more prudent to worry about oneself.
‘It’s not a fusion.’
Whether to consider that fortunate or to regret the emergence of such a bizarre Dungeon remained unclear.
The environment was in disarray, as if still forming, and the monsters, unable to adapt to it, were dissolving away on their own.
While this might sound as though clearing would be easy, it ultimately meant the environment had become equally unbearable for humans.
“Wear your gas mask properly.”
“It’s suffocating.”
Sung Mi-ju, equipped with a Dungeon-grade gas mask that protected her respiratory system, grumbled.
An inescapable toxicity permeated the air. Anyone less resilient than Dante might cough for days.
A Hunter of Sung Mi-ju’s caliber wouldn’t suffer fatal complications from this, but if anything happened to her body, that young brother Hunter of hers might do something unpredictable.
Especially since Dante was already the type to be disliked by Korean Hunters.
“You have to wear it like this.”
Dante, having readjusted her gas mask so her glasses wouldn’t slip, turned his gaze forward.
The Dungeon clear was already past the midpoint.
The researcher Hunters who had entered for investigation were rapidly collecting something.
“Nike, I’m right about this, aren’t I?”
[Nia: Yeah. Someone created this Dungeon artificially. It’s a man-made Dungeon.]
A man-made Dungeon.
In randomly generated Dungeons within Gates, there were cases where ‘Dungeon Fragments’ would drop.
In kind terms, they were seeds of the World Tree; in harsh terms, they were weapons capable of recreating that Dungeon.
Legally, the Hunter Association was responsible for collecting and destroying Dungeon Fragments.
The destruction method was far from simple, and only Hunters with specific skills could perform it.
It required immense destructive power, they said.
“It really is a man-made Dungeon?”
“Yes.”
“Weren’t all the Fragments already collected?”
[Nia: We occasionally hear that those Fragments are being traded on the black market. Since it’s an act of hastening Ragnarok, we’re enforcing a strict prohibition on it.]
“Do they impose penalties as well?”
[Nia: Penalties, yes. I can’t directly interfere with mana or anything like that, but I can restrict network access rights or discipline the assigned staff members.]
Restricting a Hunter’s access to the Valkyrie Network sounds simple enough, but it’s actually quite devastating.
Considering that level of consequence, creating an artificial Dungeon means either someone wanted them dead that badly.
Or they already possessed mana so corrupted they couldn’t access the Valkyrie Network properly anyway, so they had nothing to lose.
Either way, it’s terrifying.
[Nia: But seeing how incompletely this artificial Dungeon manifested, it looks like the opponent’s mana isn’t in good condition either.]
Despite being called “artificial,” it’s essentially the same as triggering a Dungeon again.
Yet if something this unfinished materializes, that’s not a good sign.
Or it could mean they’re so weak they can’t handle a Dungeon of this scale.
‘Either way, they attempted something their mana couldn’t support.’
I could verify those intentions after finding the culprit without any issue.
Just then, Sung Mi-ju’s plant shot past Dante’s nose with barely a whisper of space to spare.
The creature that had been stalking Dante’s back went limp, its body pierced clean through. Sung Mi-ju grumbled.
“I’m worried about my brother, and you’re acting like this isn’t your problem? Just because you’re a ranker doesn’t mean everything. Pay attention to your surroundings.”
“No matter how wide my field of vision is, I can’t see behind my own back.”
Though truthfully, I’d already sensed that creature’s presence even before Sung Mi-ju intervened.
Dante wasn’t so socially inept that he needed to point out something obvious, so he simply smiled and nodded.
“I think I’ll need to return to the United States once this Dungeon is cleared. I’ve left Nike unattended for far too long.”
“Thank goodness that thought finally occurred to you. Leave quickly.”
Every Hunter who’d heard about Dante coming to Nike wanted nothing more than to chase him out like this.
Dante opened his mouth toward Sung Mi-ju, who was waving her hand dismissively with a genuinely relieved expression.
“I won’t be going alone.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not going to the United States.”
Sung Mi-ju crossed her arms in front of her body, forming an X.
She rambled on about how she was a native Korean and not someone who readily went on overseas assignments, telling him to wake up.
Dante broke into a cold sweat.
She was reacting like this just to the assumption that he wanted to take her along—what would she say if he revealed his real purpose?
“Well, I was thinking of taking Hunter Yeom Ye-ah with me.”
“Are you insane?”
Since Yeom Ye-ah publicly revealed her name during the Ranking Tournament, she hadn’t retaliated or anything like that.
Even if she occasionally glanced at him with a sullen expression, compared to how he was normally treated, that was practically affectionate.
He wasn’t trying to take her deliberately.
It was truly a shame, but if he could, he’d want to take her again.
“….”
“Don’t scheme. I see everything.”
“Hunter Yeom Ye-ah is currently hitting a wall in her stat development. I want her to meet Rosalind Brown.”
His younger sister—someone who treats him like a stray dog that wandered in from nowhere, yet toward whom Dante feels both affection and regret, and now a distance he can never close.
She too had once hit a stat ceiling.
Though she’d lost the position of greatest healer to Yeom Ye-ah, her experience and ability to handle the various difficulties Hunters face are incomparable to Rosalind Brown’s.
Far more powerful than Sung Ji-wook, the healer back in Korea.
“And in general, Jung Hwan tends to shelter Yeom Ye-ah quite a bit, doesn’t he? If that continues, when a truly dangerous situation arrives, she won’t be able to handle it alone.”
Immediate response is far more critical for healers than for offensive hunters.
Offensive hunters risk losing an arm if they’re careless, but it’s they who must deal with the aftermath once the arm is gone.
The current Yeom Ye-ah couldn’t possibly respond quickly if she became incapacitated or if Jung Hwan-jae’s arm was severed right before her eyes.
And Jung Hwan-jae showed no signs of letting her leave his embrace.
“Gaining experience elsewhere would be beneficial.”
“…Then tell Rosalind Brown to come.”
“Really?”
“I’ll take it back.”
If even Rosalind Brown came to Korea, things might spiral into something truly unmanageable from that point on.
Sung Mi-ju quickly retracted her words, waving her hand as if to say not to dwell on what she’d just said.
“But you need to get permission from the Guild Master. I won’t help with that.”
Looking at this plan, Jung Hwan-jae’s trip to the United States would be forbidden.
Dante hadn’t been hoping for Sung Mi-ju’s support fire either.
The reason he’d brought her all the way here wasn’t anything else—it was because Yeom Ye-ah had told him.
‘No one explains things as kindly as Sung Mi-ju does. She’d even explain to someone moments before death why they deserve to die in a way they could understand.’
Because he’d heard such words.
He’d brought her along with the small hope that at least he wouldn’t be hated enough to be killed.
To take Yeom Ye-ah to the United States, he needed advance information.
“I have something to ask.”
“What is it?”
“…I have a question. What kind of hunter is Yeom Ye-ah, exactly? I’ve seen her at the Ranking Tournament and in various places, but I still don’t understand.”
Sung Mi-ju stared intently at Dante. Her expression was suspicious, enigmatic.
She opened her mouth as if releasing a sigh.
“Well, if you ask me, by nature she’s kind, brave, and considerate, but if you anger her…”
“If you anger her?”
“She’s someone who can shatter dungeon fragments with a single scream.”

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