The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 132

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 132
Danger has no end, and no matter how hard I try, people I cannot protect will always appear.
Or sometimes it seems like I could protect them, yet I reach my limits again and again, as if the world itself asks: will you keep trying anyway?
When faced with an endless situation, I stand at a crossroads—do I abandon that person, or do I cling to them regardless?
In truth, even if I fail to protect someone, no one has the right to resent me for it.
“Danger really does have no end, does it?”
“Tell me about it.”
I don’t know.
This dungeon is somewhat easier because Rosalind Brown told me when it ends, but generally speaking, a healer’s position is always like this.
Hwa-jon, who had confirmed my shield spread wide across the battlefield, turned back toward me for a moment.
Though he showed no outward sign of strain, the faint beads of sweat glistening on his forehead seemed to testify to how long he had been struggling alone.
It must be so—standing alone for hours on end, moving ceaselessly to block attacks, is far from easy.
Even with my buffs applied, it remains grueling.
[Liri: That person really is amazing, isn’t he?]
[Liri: At this rate, we could call in an Assigned Staff Member without issue.]
I agree.
I still have reserves, and I cannot deny that some of my complaints about how hard it is, even as I sing, are merely petulance.
But Hwa-jon is different. Objectively, his stats fall short of mine.
At this point, it can only be described as sheer willpower.
“What are you two discussing?”
“About the moment a healer awakens anew, depending on the circumstances.”
Rosalind Brown spoke while watching my shield’s durability decrease bit by bit.
The reality is that someone I’ve just healed can be struck again and collapse, dying where they fall.
Experience that countless times, and one’s spirit will inevitably break.
“But when a healer believes they can do something in such a situation, or when they devise some method—that is the moment of their true awakening.”
“…I’m not sure I follow.”
“How are you feeling now?”
“Exhausted, to be honest.”
Normally I would soften my words, but I’ve experienced too much in this short time, and my speech has become sharp without my realizing it.
Yet Rosalind Brown, unbothered by my tone, simply shrugged and turned her gaze toward Hwa-jon.
Her confident demeanor suggested he should answer the next question.
Hwa-jon accepted the potion I offered and drank it, blinking slowly.
Even if he hasn’t entered a dungeon recently, he is someone with overwhelmingly more dungeon experience than I have.
“I think healers are fundamentally a bit foolish, at least in some way. Of course, not all of them.”
It was clearly a remark made with Kim Kyung-hoon in mind.
Hwa-jon smiled slowly and waved his hand through the air. A very gentle breeze stirred.
Yet that faint wind supported my shield and lifted it effortlessly.
It should have lasted quite a long time already, but with his wind sustaining it, my shield became even more resilient.
“You could do something like that, yet you’ve been fighting like this the whole time?”
“The attacks have lessened. If I hadn’t stepped in earlier, anyone would have died.”
“….”
I felt ashamed of myself for thinking it might be acceptable if some of them died.
Saying that more than 10% couldn’t die was the same as saying I should save as many as possible. Yet I’d convinced myself that 9% might be acceptable.
So instead of providing meticulous care, I focused on deploying broad shields.
And Hwa-jon had been fighting desperately to save that 9% I might have overlooked.
Embarrassed, I couldn’t lift my head, but he continued speaking slowly.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Anyone could have thought the same way.”
“But it’s better to save everyone.”
“That’s why healers are a bit foolish. We want to minimize injuries, we want to heal everyone, and we try to save as many as possible—all while knowing in our hearts that it’s impossible.”
“….”
“A hunter’s potential fundamentally lies in their will to grow stronger.”
Rosalind Brown offered her thoughts leisurely.
[Liri: Mana is the soul. When the soul demands strength and possesses will, mana naturally grows stronger.]
[Liri: But if there are ten people, all ten pursue strength for different reasons.]
[Liri: Still, the process tends to be somewhat similar.]
“Attack-type hunters are driven by the desire to defeat enemies before them, crafting-type hunters by the desire to transcend their limits, and healers….”
“By the resolve to save lives no matter what.”
Rosalind Brown and Hwa-jon exchanged a brief glance, as if they perfectly understood each other’s hearts.
Honestly, I hadn’t expected Rosalind Brown to harbor such feelings.
Perhaps it was because her methods of operation were so violent, or because I’d never sensed that she was particularly cooperative with the Guild.
“In the end, I lacked confidence in saving everyone, so I chose to enter dungeons alone. If only I go in, there’s no one else to heal, right? No one but me.”
“Ah, I see. …But still, hitting people and then healing them doesn’t seem right.”
“I don’t care, I don’t care. That’s my business.”
Rosalind Brown laughed playfully.
It did seem like wielding such force against others wasn’t entirely unavoidable—there was probably some enjoyment in it too.
Still, I understood that Rosalind Brown had once possessed the conviction to “keep people alive” for her own reasons.
“While clearing this place alone, I realized something. I don’t like being responsible for others, but if I must do it, then I should save everyone.”
“Save everyone….”
“There’s nothing noble about it—it was just a matter of pride.”
I think I understand somewhat.
Even without a sense of mission, simply bearing the title of healer was enough.
Of course, I hadn’t thought to protect everyone, but at least I wanted to protect those precious to me and those I knew.
I wished they wouldn’t suffer or experience pain.
Jung Hwan-jae’s face flashed through my mind for a moment, but I deliberately erased it. There were already so many people precious to me—why did he come to mind first?
“In my case, I avoided dungeons because I didn’t want to hurt others, so I’m not a good example.”
Hwa-jon spoke with a hint of laughter in his voice.
The ability to set aside the power he possessed and speak of his escape so casually was probably a form of courage itself.
“But you just protected all of that 9% I was ready to give up on.”
“It’s not over yet. And this isn’t atonement for running away or anything like that.”
“Huh?”
He clearly harbored guilt over the time he had spent fleeing.
He had actually revealed it several times before.
“This is just who I am. It’s my nature. If I hadn’t awakened as a Healer, I probably would have done the same thing if I could have.”
“….”
“Even if I weren’t a Hunter.”
He delivers such cool lines with such casual ease.
No matter how hard I rack my brain, I can’t come up with lines like that.
Perhaps one needs to live with a magnificent life and conviction to deliver cool lines at just the right moment.
“Ye-ah is also desperately challenging the impossible right now.”
“Pardon?”
Just as I was about to shrink before their efforts and convictions, Rosalind Brown opened her mouth.
“Actually, both Hwa-jon and I have innate abilities, so we’ve climbed this far rather leisurely. That’s why fleeing was an option for us.”
“Ah, right.”
“But wasn’t Ye-ah challenging the impossible just by becoming a Hunter?”
Something deep within my heart was touched.
My own effort—the only thing I had desperately avoided acknowledging.
How fiercely I had clawed my way to this position.
I had pushed myself, saying I wasn’t properly developing the talent I had stumbled upon by chance.
Because it seemed like that was the only way to improve. So I wouldn’t become a burden to those who had already surpassed me.
Hwa-jon nodded as if in agreement.
“Desperation is good, but ultimately, a Hunter is someone who can’t achieve what they want through desire alone if others don’t acknowledge them.”
[Liri: Despair, frustration, low self-worth, self-hatred—these are the greatest causes of debuffs and obstacles to growth.]
[Liri: Love yourself. As much as I and that person love Ye-ah.]
[Liri: Transcend the limits of your mana.]
There was no time to wonder who “that person” was.
I reached out my hand to the woman cowering within my heart.
Ye-ah, you really are.
Doing so well.
A window materialized before my eyes.
Mana limit released.
Fusing with special stat ‘Creative Technique’.
Potential unlocked.
Explosive mana surged in waves.
Everything in the world began to sing.

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