The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 159

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 159
They say ordinary life has its rhythms and paces, don’t they.
The past few days had been wonderful.
The trip to the United States gave me various experiences, and the birthday party was so joyful that I wondered if such moments could ever happen again.
So I found myself telling everyone I encountered that I hoped good things would come their way and that miracles would follow them.
In other words, it was like New Year’s wishes.
“It really happened, like a miracle, because you said so, Ye-ah!”
“Oh, um, really…?”
I never expected to encounter Sung Ji-wook in such an unusually excited state.
I’d heard that Harp had lifted some kind of condition that had been affecting him yesterday.
And on top of that, he could now access Valkyrie again.
It was certainly good news, and I was happy for him, but hearing that my words had helped felt honestly awkward.
It was just a coincidence that happened to work out.
“I think Harp was just someone who could do it from the start…”
“No, you don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry…”
He credits me, then says it wasn’t me, so I don’t understand.
It was somewhat unfair and absurd, but since I genuinely had no idea what he meant, I found myself at a loss for words.
“So you’re going to see Harp now?”
“We said we’d go, but this time he’s coming directly.”
“Oh.”
That’s rather unexpected news.
He’s the type whose movements are predictable—either in the Research Laboratory or the Dormitory, or vice versa.
No matter how urgent something is, he’s someone you’d need to visit in person just to have a conversation with.
Everyone here probably knows how rare it is for him to visit someone directly.
“So I sent a car to pick him up. He should be arriving soon…”
Before Sung Ji-wook could finish speaking, a radio transmission came from the person managing the Guild entrance.
―Harp from the Hunter Talent Development Research Institute has arrived.
“Please send him to the Sung Mi-ju team area.”
―Understood.
“Is it okay to call him here?”
“It’s fine since Sung Mi-ju isn’t here.”
Within Hanttae, departments that operate as teams generally have dedicated conference rooms.
Beyond just conference rooms, they separately divide and use the Lobby, Break Room, Training Room, and so on.
Generally, Hanttae’s Hunters can request their own personal Training Rooms or Break Rooms.
But since there are people like me who prefer training together, they give us the option to choose.
“Jung Hwan-jae will be here soon.”
We decided to gather the same people who had gone to the Research Institute that day and track down Kim Kyung-hoon’s whereabouts.
With an uneasy feeling, I cautiously opened my mouth.
“It won’t be too late, will it.”
“It’s not late at all. Kim Kyung-hoon loves showing off, so if he were going to be late, someone would’ve already known about it.”
Jung Hwan-jae had been circling around Ragnarok, searching for any suspicious individuals and tracking fragments of dungeons.
Since we’d selected someone capable of surviving alone even if suddenly pulled into an artificial dungeon, there was no other choice.
I’d volunteered to go with them, but everyone, including Jung Hwan-jae, had opposed it.
Even if I couldn’t feel it myself, there was far too much fatigue and other things accumulated in me right now.
They suggested switching to a training regimen that included rest.
‘But I really wish I could be by your side when you’re in danger, senior.’
‘Then I’ll make sure never to find myself in danger when you’re not by my side.’
‘Isn’t that backwards logic?’
I recalled the conversation we’d had as I saw him off.
True to his word, he hadn’t found himself in any truly dangerous situations since then.
He’d return with minor wounds from time to time, but they were injuries he could handle on his own.
Now that I think about it, he’d deliberately asked me to treat wounds he could’ve healed himself.
Like someone seeking my attention.
Though I already paid him plenty of attention.
“I’m coming in.”
Harp’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
Rather than knocking, he gave a sort of announcement before the door swung open abruptly.
It was somewhat surprising that someone who hated moving had come to find me the moment he regained his abilities.
His appearance hadn’t changed much from when I’d seen him two days ago.
But I could sense that his expression and demeanor had subtly brightened.
I could even faintly perceive the flow of mana around him.
“Hello, Researcher Harp.”
“Just as expected of Hanttae. You bring nothing, yet they interrogate you so thoroughly.”
Harp didn’t bother with greetings, launching straight into a brief complaint.
This manner of his was so characteristic that I felt somewhat reassured.
I’d been worried that suddenly regaining his abilities and undergoing changes might leave him unable to adapt, making him depressed or causing him physical pain.
I’d even wondered if he’d forced himself to regain his abilities despite not wanting to, simply because he was feeling too much stress about capturing Kim Kyung-hoon.
“No, that’s not it.”
“What isn’t?”
“You look happy to have your abilities back, that’s all.”
“I know you’re not the type to say something like that with ill intent, Yeom Ye-ah, so it’s fine. But if someone else had said that to me, I would’ve asked them if they were looking for a fight.”
Harp responded in a tone that could’ve been joking or serious, then let out a slight laugh.
His unyielding nature had somewhat overshadowed it, but beneath that, he was a handsome man who wouldn’t lose to anyone anywhere.
“The Guild Master will return once he finishes his external schedule.”
“He was in the United States not long ago, and now he’s investigating dungeon fragments? They say it’s harder to see the Reaper than to see a celebrity, and that’s exactly right.”
“Our Guild Master is originally harder to see than any celebrity.”
Harp had meant it as a joke, but Sung Ji-wook was responding to it with complete seriousness.
After offering him coffee and settling in to wait, Jung Hwan-jae appeared not long after.
I’d wondered if he’d make a dramatic entrance by tearing space, but he simply opened the door normally and stepped through.
That made sense—it consumed a lot of mana.
As I quickly scanned him with my eyes for injuries or problems, he smiled reassuringly at me.
“Hello, Harp. First, congratulations.”
“It’s not like I’ve gained a new ability or anything. I’ve just regained what I could do before. There’s nothing to congratulate.”
His tone was deliberately gruff, but beneath it lay unmistakable embarrassment.
If it were me, I would have burst through the door showering effects everywhere, deliberately reading out system windows, and making a spectacle of everything I’d regained.
Looking at him this way, he really was a composed and patient hunter.
“Just because I can see again doesn’t mean I’m returning as a hunter or anything. Once I find Kim Kyung-hoon, I’m going straight back into the research institute without hesitation. Keep that in mind.”
“Yes, I won’t suggest you return as a hunter anymore.”
Jung Hwan-jae raised his hand lightly and patted Sung Ji-wook’s shoulder as if to proceed.
Among all living people, he was the one who harbored the strongest malice toward Kim Kyung-hoon.
This man, who had lost a precious companion in countless dangers, had finally found what he’d lost back then.
“Shall we start right away?”
“Do it quickly. I need to get back in soon anyway.”
Sung Ji-wook’s starlike mana enveloped Harp.
“It’s beautiful every time I see it.”
“They say people long ago found their way by looking at the stars. When we go on clears together, we sometimes gather from afar just by seeing his mana.”
He became a beacon not just for enemies, but for allies to find their way as well.
Stars filled the interior in an instant, and Harp’s eyes opened.
Dragon eyes and human eyes swept across the stars.
“This is strange. I can see what Joke sees too.”
“You can see it?”
Sung Ji-wook, who had been pouring out mana, suddenly hesitated in surprise. Harp nodded as if it were nothing remarkable.
“I can see everything. From the traces of Kim Kyung-hoon in my body to tracking that bastard through them.”
“Kim Kyung-hoon is currently at the original source point of Ragnarok.”
A place like the eye of a typhoon.
While ferocious mana churns everywhere else, nothing can be felt at that very point where Ragnarok began.
There’s even a saying that if a human is dragged in, going to the original source point increases survival chances.
I frowned. But to get in there, it wouldn’t be a simple task.
That’s when Harp’s eyes narrowed.
“Kim Kyung-hoon—or rather, So Yi-yoon’s Assigned Staff Member’s condition is abnormal.”

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