The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 148

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 148
Sung Mi-ju’s brow furrowed slightly.
She hadn’t expected the name Harp to surface here.
She’d heard that not long ago, Sung Ji-wook and Ranking 1st had met him and returned after discussing various matters.
Sung Ji-wook had simply replied that Harp didn’t seem to be someone who couldn’t use skills.
“Who?”
Sung Mi-ju’s lips moved toward Sung Ji-wook. Upon hearing the name Harp, he shot to his feet.
“Give it to me.”
“He’s asking you to come right now.”
Sung Mi-ju extended the phone, her expression suggesting she had no idea what was going on.
Sung Ji-wook snatched it and pressed the receiver to his ear.
“Hello? Hello…? What, he hung up?”
“Whose temperament did you inherit to be this impatient?”
Sung Ji-wook blinked and exhaled a sigh.
He shook his head toward Sung Mi-ju.
“He didn’t say anything else?”
“No, he didn’t say anything and just said Harp. Come right now. That’s all he said.”
How could someone convey information so devoid of substance?
Only someone who firmly believed the recipient would come running upon such a summons could make such a statement. Sung Mi-ju pressed her fingers to her brow.
She’d thought one bomb—Jung Hwan-jae—would be sufficient. But seeing them being drawn out one by one, there was still far too much to resolve.
“Fine, explain quickly. What do we need to do from now on?”
“We need to see Harp right now.”
“So you’re saying you don’t even have time to explain it to me?”
“Yes, but you need to come with me. Everyone who could go is in the United States right now.”
It wasn’t as though she could forcibly drag the people who’d gone to the United States back.
It would be possible if it were Yeom Ye-ah, who could counter Jung Hwan-jae, but generally speaking, it wasn’t.
Sung Mi-ju pondered for a moment before leaping down from Jung Hwan-jae’s table.
“Fine, let’s see what discovery you’ve made that’s so remarkable. Just pray it’s not something we need to jump into ourselves.”
“Yes, sister.”
Sung Ji-wook’s voice became suddenly meek.
He probably wasn’t very confident about this.
Even though he was usually bold enough to be obstinate, he was ultimately Sung Mi-ju’s younger brother, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“Let’s go.”
Hanttae’s hunters suddenly burst into the Research Laboratory where Harp was staying.
In a place where all manner of staff members and hunters were gathered, no one paid attention to the appearance of a few rankers.
“If you’ve memorized that Harp’s Research Laboratory is here, you must have had quite the sweet time.”
“I didn’t have a sweet time. You already knew we cleared the S-Rank Dungeon, so why are you saying this, sister?”
“I know how shocked you were. I came back from work to find out my younger brother suddenly entered a Fusion Dungeon—an S-Rank one at that—and came back out. Is that all you’ve got?”
“No, that’s all I’ve got.”
Though to Sung Mi-ju, he was treated as nothing more than a young younger brother.
In fact, when it comes to Koreans entering S-Rank Dungeons, Sung Ji-wook is naturally mentioned right after Jung Hwan-jae.
Sung Mi-ju herself acknowledges that it was the most rational judgment people could have made at the time.
But that didn’t bring her plummeting heart back to its normal rhythm.
“I followed you partly because you asked me to, but also because I’m worried about what other foolish situation you might get yourself into here.”
“He went in with me too, though… And if I say I got myself into a foolish situation, people laugh.”
“Going in together and not stopping you are two different things. Hey, Ye-ah nearly died in there. If Ye-ah had died, you think you would’ve been safe? Let them laugh—I’m the one who’s right.”
Sung Mi-ju flicked Sung Ji-wook’s forehead with a sharp snap.
An “ow” echoed in front of the Research Laboratory, and the door swung open as if by reflex.
A man with silver hair and heterochromatic eyes gazed at them with a weary expression.
“Harp, hello. It’s been quite a while since we’ve met, hasn’t it?”
Sung Mi-ju opened her mouth with a rather pointed tone and gave a light bow.
Harp hadn’t expected Sung Mi-ju to come along with Sung Ji-wook, and his expression showed rare surprise.
“As you heard earlier, the Guild Master is off duty, and I’m sure you know Yeom Ye-ah is in the United States.”
“Yes, and the fact that I asked you to come despite those circumstances means this is urgent enough to warrant it all.”
“So what exactly is this urgent matter?”
Harp stepped aside as if to invite them in.
The moment Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook stepped into the room, he closed the door as though he’d been waiting for it.
“We’re not going to have some novel-like development where you suddenly attack us here, right?”
“No. How would I even manage that against the two of you? I’d just get beaten down spectacularly.”
“Good, as long as you understand.”
Sung Ji-wook glanced between the two of them.
When Yeom Ye-ah and Harp spoke, one of them would typically falter or seem at a loss for words, but these two were clashing fiercely.
“Look, we didn’t come here to fight. Why are you two trying so hard to establish dominance? Is this some kind of power struggle separate from the urgent matter?”
“….”
“….”
When someone with a sensitive temperament meets someone with a fiery disposition, sparks inevitably fly.
Both of them wore embarrassed expressions as they withdrew the mana that had been subtly flowing between them.
“I think it’s because of that.”
“That?”
Harp sighed and pointed to something deeper in the room.
There, something like a black hole emanating an ominous light crouched in the space.
Sung Mi-ju, blinking slowly, gradually approached it. A sigh escaped her lips as she seemed to contemplate something in silence.
“Isn’t this a Dungeon Fragment?”
“I’m mentioning this preemptively in case you suspect otherwise, but it wasn’t obtained through illegal channels. It’s for research and storage purposes.”
Sung Ji-wook moved closer to Sung Mi-ju’s side.
Sung Mi-ju, her expression thoughtful, looked toward Harp as if urging him to explain quickly.
“Since you’re from Hanttae, you’d know about Kim Kyung-hoon, wouldn’t you, Sung Mi-ju?”
“I’ve heard bits and pieces. I heard your brother was helping with the search for that guy, and then somehow a Dungeon opened up and he went in with our guild members.”
“Yes, the sudden Dungeon incursion was something the organization would have coordinated with Hanttae Guild, so don’t blame me for that.”
Harp waved his hand as if to preemptively prevent the problem that would arise.
Sung Mi-ju took a step back as if she too had tested the waters once.
The initial wariness that had marked her expression seemed to soften. Only then did Sung Mi-ju notice the faint azure mana shimmering around her, undulating like heat waves.
‘So he can still use his skills.’
He appeared to be deliberately suppressing his emotions to keep them from surging.
Given that he had woven this barrier not only around Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook but also around himself, it was clear he understood the danger he posed to his own control.
Harp continued his explanation in a flat tone.
“I still cannot access the Valkyrie Network, but when I channeled my mana more powerfully just now, I discovered this eye has a new function.”
Harp tapped lightly near his eye, where the dragon’s eye had been implanted.
“A new function?”
“It’s a long explanation. I’ll tell you later when we have more time. Essentially, I can perceive things other than mana—like that Dungeon fragment, for instance.”
Harp tapped the glass vial lightly with his finger.
The light within responded, flickering dangerously.
Sung Ji-wook and Sung Mi-ju reflexively released their mana, bracing themselves for any contingency.
Harp clicked his tongue briefly, then continued speaking with deliberate slowness.
“It implants a destructive instinct in people. Or perhaps I should call it that—hostility, inferiority, murderous intent… it amplifies any negative emotion to extremes.”
“Negative emotions?”
“Yes.”
Its danger extended far beyond merely creating artificial Dungeons.
Harp drove home his final words like a nail, emphasizing that the peril was beyond any reasonable estimation.
“Do you know where the strongest location is that emanates an aura similar to this fragment?”
Sung Mi-ju struck the glass vial lightly before responding with utter indifference.
“Ragnarok.”

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