The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 166

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 166
When one becomes proficient in mana manipulation or is excessively exposed to the sacred power of the Assigned Staff Members, the body undergoes transformation.
The eye color of Hunters is a prime example.
Harp gently traced her fingertips across her own cheek.
This mark was a symbol of that one noble soul who had protected me and then vanished.
From some point onward, I could perceive monsters and mana existing far in the distance, and I could keenly sense their presence.
I could now read the direction of the hazy black mana with perfect accuracy.
“Can you fly like a dragon?”
“Scales have sprouted, but wings haven’t grown yet.”
I had even gained enough composure to engage in this trivial banter.
“But if we go this way, you’re certain So Yi-yoon is really there?”
“Definitely, yes.”
“With monsters of this caliber, it would be difficult to endure alone.”
“If you’re worried about whether he’s still alive, then that concern is justified.”
Hwa-jon’s worried voice continued.
He surely knew well what deeds that man had committed and what malicious intentions he harbored toward me.
‘And yet he still worries.’
Harp turned to regard Hwa-jon with a peculiar expression.
Their gazes met in empty space.
His eyes shone with crystalline clarity.
Even in the chaotic space filled with the shrieks of monsters, Hwa-jon’s voice remained as still and undisturbed as a placid lake.
“I simply wish to prevent a greater catastrophe.”
“You’re not worried about that person?”
“If they were people who lost their lives swept up in unforeseen calamity or found themselves in unreasonable circumstances, then naturally I would worry.”
“So Yi-yoon.”
“That person is someone who brought such calamity upon themselves.”
No concern, no pity.
That gaze was an undeniable truth.
A look so clear that even jest could not dismiss it as falsehood.
For Harp, who possessed the eyes of the Ancient Dragon, it was all the more evident.
‘A noble soul indeed.’
Had Dae still been alive, he might have insisted I befriend someone of such noble spirit, having encountered such rarity in ages.
‘But since you’re gone, I shall choose my own companions.’
“Until now, I have evaded and lived my life under the mere pretense of worrying about and pitying others.”
“You don’t strike me as the type to shirk responsibility.”
“No, there is no one more evasive than I am.”
Hwa-jon spoke with finality and slowly drew his blade.
Yet Harp, listening to this very speech, was someone who had evaded and fled from everything.
“…Well, I understand for now.”
Perhaps it was kinship.
It wasn’t about becoming close—it was about kinship.
Harp turned his body and faced forward once more.
Perhaps because I had absorbed Dae’s divine power too deeply, my thoughts seemed unusually turbulent.
Or perhaps the dam I had built up over all these years had finally burst.
The longing for him that crashed over me like waves quickened my pace.
I would no longer evade anything now.
And then a voice interjected itself into their thoughts, indifferent to the moment.
“Can we set aside the talk of convictions for now and put our heads together to figure out how to handle this situation?”
Sung Mi-ju. Once Hanttae’s flagship Hunter and leader of the Sung Mi-ju Team.
And now the leader of the Ragnarok Region search and So Yi-yoon tracking team.
“In a place like this, you shouldn’t see a single monster, let alone a sprout.”
Sung Mi-ju sighed as she observed the endless traces of monsters rising up.
She leaped lightly down from the rose and turned to look back at her companions.
“Something’s leaking from somewhere.”
If no one enters the Dungeon for a certain period of time, the monsters inside spill out into the world.
This phenomenon, commonly called a “Dungeon Break,” hadn’t occurred in nearly three years.
A Dungeon Break in Korea, the country with the most Rankers in the entire world.
“Have you heard any reports of Gate activity in this area?”
“No.”
Sung Ji-wook shook his head at Sung Mi-ju’s cold question.
He too wanted to know what was happening with the situation.
Sung Mi-ju clicked her tongue briefly, displeased, and turned to look at Harp.
“What’s your take?”
“According to records, monsters appeared from a Gate that opened sporadically before Ragnarok occurred.”
Harp’s gaze swept sharply across the second wave of monsters approaching.
Unlike the records of the first Ragnarok, the numbers weren’t beyond counting.
But if the pattern itself flowed identically to Ragnarok, even with a reduced scale—
“And that Gate disappeared after spewing out monsters, before it could even be registered in the data.”
“Is this not going to stop?”
“After Ragnarok erupted and people got pulled inside, the monsters coming out gradually decreased and then stopped.”
“So we have to endure with sheer grit until it bursts and we can get inside.”
Sung Mi-ju stepped forward.
Sung Ji-wook’s persistent gaze fixed on his older sister.
Three Healers and one damage dealer, positioned in the middle of the Ragnarok ruins.
Even facing conditions so unfavorable that anyone would stumble backward, they accepted the mission without a single complaint.
I knew that if judged purely by skill, all of them would rank within the top hundred.
But Harp had been away from actual combat for quite some time, and Hwa-jon had only recently become actively clearing Dungeons.
‘This is no ordinary penalty.’
Being exceptional in theory alone would likely just make them dead weight.
For Sung Ji-wook, family came first, and even the Guild came second.
If Sung Mi-ju had been overwhelmed by the burden, I would have fought to significantly increase our numbers.
But she wasn’t the type to falter at something like this.
‘Just another wave—nothing compared to the countless situations we’ve overcome together.’
“Do the monster waves come endlessly?”
“Every few hours.”
“Then if we clear this one now, we can advance for several hours. Fall back.”
Sung Mi-ju withdrew the three of them behind her with an impassive tone.
She rolled her neck side to side, loosening her body as she fixed her gaze ahead.
“Dia.”
At her call, a figure shimmered faintly into existence from the empty air.
It was a woman with long, flowing green hair braided into multiple strands like rippling waves.
The one who wrapped her arms around Sung Mi-ju’s shoulders spoke in a tender, coaxing tone.
“Mi-ju, do you need me?”
“Yes.”
“Always. My precious child.”
As if her soft voice were a signal flare, Sung Mi-ju burst forward toward the approaching monsters.
Just as Hwa-jon moved to support her, Sung Ji-wook’s hand held him back.
“Watch.”
“But—!”
“No. Watch how your sister fights. She always stands at the vanguard.”
“The vanguard?”
“Those who fight at the very front need no protection from us.”
Hwa-jon sheathed his sword again, his expression wavering between doubt and acceptance.
If someone thought so highly of their own family, there had to be a reason for such certainty.
Boom!
With a thunderous sound of her feet striking the earth, her body launched skyward.
Petals bloomed profusely in the air, and using them as stepping stones, Sung Mi-ju drew her hand downward from the heavens.
Blue vines plummeted like lightning falling from the sky.
Flower buds that seemed ready to bloom at any moment writhed and twisted.
“What is that…?”
Harp’s breathless voice was swallowed by the growling of monsters.
And above it all, a fierce bestial cry that drowned out everything else.
From the buds came the hissing of serpents.
Even from a distance, it was unmistakable—what bloomed there were not flowers but the heads of vipers.
A serpent with a vine-like body pierced through the countless monsters converging upon it.
Those writhing in agony as if poisoned crumbled helplessly, and Sung Mi-ju’s body touched down on the ground.
Beneath her feet, fresh sprouts erupted.
Horrible shrieks filled the space.
The monsters that stepped on them shrieked and began to burn.
“Sung Ji-wook!”
Sung Ji-wook’s hand was already reaching toward Sung Mi-ju, wrapping her in a brilliance as radiant as starlight.
As if to say he would protect her no matter what came.
“Noona, that’s enough!”
“Okay!”
The sprouting life that bloomed upon the Land of Death proved itself anything but gentle.
Those reduced to ash left not even a trace behind.
And yet, those that still survived in such circumstances crept forward, targeting Sung Mi-ju enveloped in starlight.
“Dia, help me.”
Sung Mi-ju murmured softly.
[Dia: Always.]
[Dia: I shall grant my gaze to you alone.]
[Dia: My Mi-ju.]
Her two most reliable allies stood beside her in this place.
So nothing that surged forward ahead could frighten her.
Sung Mi-ju removed her glasses.
[Dia: Do not fear.]
[Dia: You shall see the world through my eyes, and they shall see you through their terror.]
[Dia: Mi-ju, you trust me, don’t you?]
‘Yes.’
Sung Mi-ju stood firm and resolute.
‘Eyes that Perceive Fear’ grants you divine power.
Merging with magical energy!
She opened her eyes wide and gazed upon the creatures surging toward her.
Sung Mi-ju’s eyes shone brilliantly.
The cacophony of monsters that had filled the world ceased all at once.
For they had all turned to stone and crumbled to dust.

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