The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 129

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 129
For a dungeon that had appeared so suddenly, it was remarkably genteel.
Though calling a dungeon genteel sounds rather odd.
Nothing came rushing at us the moment we entered, nor did the dungeon itself launch any attacks.
It was an extraordinarily peaceful beginning.
For a dungeon, it was truly gentle.
Which is to say….
“It’s strange—the monsters over there aren’t attacking us at all.”
Hwa-jon voiced exactly what I was thinking.
Everything was so peaceful that the word “genteel” hardly captured it.
The grotesquely-formed monsters wandered leisurely about, grazing like sheep in a pasture or playing amongst themselves.
What troubled me most was Rosalind Brown’s expression—she remained vigilant, scanning her surroundings without a gap.
As if something might burst forth at any moment. Though that’s typical for dungeons.
If all we had to do was eliminate monsters, there couldn’t be an easier dungeon than this one.
“There!”
“Yes?”
With Rosalind Brown’s exclamation, a green light—slightly different in hue from my own—shot forward.
It happened in a blink.
The light that shot ahead collided with something in the empty air.
What fell limply to the ground after being struck by Rosalind Brown’s light was a black, amorphous wisp of smoke.
“What is that? A monster?”
“No, precisely speaking—something the monsters are trying to avoid.”
“There are things other than hunters that monsters need to avoid?”
“…Now that you mention it, I think I’ve heard about the United States’ special-type dungeons. It came up once in a Ranking Tournament interview.”
Unlike me, who couldn’t grasp the situation at all, Hwa-jon opened his mouth with an oddly serious expression.
Seeing him wear such a grave face only heightened my tension.
Rosalind Brown let out a short exclamation of admiration.
She must have seemed like a hunter who had withdrawn from the secular world to live in seclusion.
“Interesting that our dungeon has caught your attention.”
“It’s famous, after all.”
[Liri: That’s understandable.]
[Liri: There’s clear information in the Baldur Network—let me show you.]
A small window materialized before my eyes.
Unlike the large windows that appeared when clearing dungeons or making general announcements.
It was the small kind of window you’d only see when viewing information about individual monsters.
‘So being close to Liri and becoming a strong hunter makes things like this possible?’
It wasn’t just about sending messages and manifesting—she truly had gained many more capabilities.
The clear condition for this A-rank special-type dungeon is ‘Monster Protection.’
“Monster Protection?”
As I opened my mouth with a bewildered voice after reading the window, Rosalind Brown chuckled.
“That’s right. This is a place where those black things are desperately trying to kill monsters in real time, and we have to struggle to protect those monsters.”
“Desperately….”
Hwa-jon finally seemed to remember everything, letting out a sigh.
A solemn light flowed from his fingertips. His soft voice carried a note of melancholy.
“If more than 10% of the monsters here die, the dungeon is a failed clear.”
“10%?”
Rosalind Brown spoke with an unmistakably brisk tone.
“Right. If they die, we die too.”
I’d never once considered such a fate-bound community in my entire life.
I swallowed the scream threatening to burst out.
[Liri: But if we just protect the monsters, the difficulty itself isn’t that high!]
[Liri: The problem is that these are the weakest dungeon monsters Ye-ah has ever seen.]
If that’s a problem, then where exactly is this far more serious problem hiding?
Yeom Ye-ah (1)
I want to go home
Rosalind Brown (6)
Having a pleasant time, is Hanttae having a pleasant time too?
Jung Hwan (1)
?
Jung Hwan-jae’s question mark was precisely capturing my current mood.
“I said I wanted to get stronger, but isn’t entering a place with this high difficulty from the start breaking the balance?”
“You’re already ranked 1st, so what could possibly break the balance for you?”
“Then why am I….”
But Rosalind Brown didn’t answer Hwa-jon’s murmur.
Light gradually spread from Hwa-jon’s fingertips, enveloping the monsters that were leisurely frolicking about.
They paid no attention whatsoever to the black objects pouring down from directly above their heads to take their lives.
Despite the possibility of death, they continued their activities with single-minded enjoyment.
If they’d at least made a show of dodging, I might not have been this bewildered.
Jung Hwan (1)
Is something
wrong?
What about Hwa-jon?
Sung Mi-ju (29)
If I had to tell you something surprising
Hwa-jon isn’t here
Hwa-jon probably doesn’t have the rank to enter here.
His situation was no different from mine. Even if you know information about the dungeon and can prepare for it, actual combat is another matter entirely.
Yeom Ye-ah (1)
The United States is such a terrifying country
It would be several hours before I could type in the chat again.
“Aah!”
I screamed as if the attack were plummeting directly toward my head, firing a torrent of green light into the empty air.
Several masses of darkness that had been falling exploded simultaneously.
I hadn’t intended to channel such overwhelming force, but the thought that if those things landed, we’d all perish sent every nerve in my body into overdrive.
“The ground!”
Yet Rosalind Brown spoke with such delight, as though enjoying an amusing game, before unleashing a barrage of skills toward the floor.
While those black things fell from above, something crimson erupted sporadically from the ground itself.
I had no choice but to destroy them before they struck the monsters, redirect them elsewhere, or cast protective barriers.
“Be careful. These things aren’t ordinarily weak—our skills might not even kill them.”
“Typically, creatures that die from our skills aren’t considered weak.”
Hwa-jon offered that remark while carefully wrapping protective barriers around the other monsters.
Leaving Rosalind Brown pouting behind him—as if to say that was precisely what weakness meant—Hwa-jon surged forward like a bullet.
A silver-bladed sword materialized in his hand, something that hadn’t appeared until now.
“A sword…?”
“No.”
As I opened my mouth in confusion while casting skills, Rosalind Brown shook her head.
“Look carefully. That’s not a sword.”
I rubbed my eyes again. If it wasn’t a sword, what on earth was it?
But it truly wasn’t a sword.
What he held in his hand was the luminescence of a skill—the same as the green mana I gripped in mine.
“Hwa-jon!”
“Stay back. I prefer fighting at close range.”
His body ascended lightly, testing the empty air as though climbing invisible steps.
Though there was nothing to step on in the sky, his movements were as smooth as treading an actual staircase.
The phantom blade cleaved through the void, and white light scattered in all directions like sword auras.
‘During combat, my handler primarily employs a technique called the Black Veil Sword Method. I merely imitate it.’
The Black Veil Sword Method.
I knew nothing of martial arts.
Yet I could see that what he performed was far too elegant to be mere imitation.
Hundreds of dark masses were falling simultaneously.
Hwa-jon unleashed an endless stream of white light into the emptiness, each movement of his body flowing seamlessly into the next, yet his speed was impossible to follow.
The light rose as though constructing a spherical dome.
Woven as densely as a net, it rebounded the dark masses back into the void as if it had been waiting for them.
Without so much as grazing the monsters or even the tips of Hwa-jon’s fingers, they simply vanished.
Like the moon waxing and waning, the rounded light gradually diminished until the blue sky returned.
He was a swordsman who conjured the moon in daylight.
“…”
While we stood speechless, he descended gracefully and returned to us.
“The reason I never entered the Dungeon was because I didn’t want to harm even the monsters.”
“Ah, yes… I suppose that was it…”
He gazed at Rosalind Brown.
Hwa-jon smiled gently, meeting the wonder and shock that lingered unabated across her face.
“But here, I don’t need to destroy anything.”
“That is, well—”
Hwa-jon spoke with gentle persuasion.
“That’s what I do better than anyone.”

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