The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 167

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 167
People often ask.
How strong are the rankers? It’s so abstract that I can’t quite grasp it.
Well, the Ranking Tournament is heavily dependent on condition, after all.
Isn’t it possible that some people were underrated, or received a rank higher than their actual abilities?
But everyone who has actually witnessed their battles shakes their head.
No.
If you’d ever seen them fight even once, you couldn’t say such things.
“….”
“Terrifying, isn’t it?”
Hwa-jon in the Ruins spoke as though he found this situation rather delightful.
Those creatures that had surged forward as if ready to devour everyone at any moment now lay collapsed as rubble.
There was an overwhelming power in witnessing that.
“Honestly, it’s a bit… hard to believe.”
Harp blinked slowly.
With so many rankers concentrated in Korea, its people often failed to truly grasp the individual prowess of each one.
In some countries, they issue commemorative coins simply because a single hunter ranked within the top hundred.
Korea—a nation where even the rankers themselves regard their own power as trivial.
Sung Mi-ju put her glasses back on and brushed the dust clinging to her body away.
The vines that had wound through the crevices like serpents now bloomed with fragrant flowers as if nothing had happened.
“We’re safe for the next few hours, right? You’re certain? Researcher.”
“Yes….”
“Then let’s go. We don’t have time to waste here.”
“Come with us.”
Sung Ji-wook turned back to look at Hwa-jon and Harp with an expression of unmistakable pride, then began walking after Sung Mi-ju.
It might have been my imagination, but he seemed to be showing off—as if to say, “Did you see that?”
‘Anyone watching would think he was the one who did it.’
Harp, shaking his head lightly, began to follow along.
I couldn’t deny that I had been overwhelmed.
Yet Sung Mi-ju shrugged her shoulders as though this were nothing at all.
A person who accomplished the impossible as if it were routine.
That was the true depth of power that Korea and Guild Hanttae possessed.
‘This isn’t a guild carried on the shoulders of Jung Hwan-jae alone—this is what they truly are.’
Normally, I might have found fault, claiming it was excessive or unnecessary to go to such lengths.
Since I had never encountered Sung Mi-ju during my active years, I hadn’t known she was capable of this.
Though Sung Ji-wook ranked higher than Sung Mi-ju, I now understood why he fell short in raw power.
‘Healers like Yeom Ye-ah are truly rare.’
A person unaware of how precious and exceptional her own power was.
Even if one could handle all types of power to some degree, none could wield every aspect ‘exceptionally’ the way Yeom Ye-ah did.
Just as Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook, despite their different ranks, could not surpass each other in their respective domains of expertise.
But Yeom Ye-ah was different in every regard.
To defeat Yeom Ye-ah in the first place, one had to appeal to her emotions rather than her abilities.
Something like, “I’m sorry, but I’ve always wanted to win just once, so would you mind pressing surrender for me just this once?”
She was the type with a soft heart who would lose in such a situation.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
Hwa-jon, who had been matching his pace to Harp’s slowed stride as she lost herself in thought, finally spoke.
I’d never stood this close to him before, so I hadn’t noticed until now—this man was quite tall.
“It’s just that knowing rankers are strong and actually seeing it are two different things.”
“I agree. I was surprised too.”
‘For someone claiming to be surprised, his expression is remarkably unaffected.’
His composure was so serene that standing beside him made it feel as though nothing could ever go wrong.
Harp glanced at the pristine silver hair swaying gently before wielding her whip.
The whip’s length extended naturally, sweeping across the stone-turned monsters in a single motion and reducing them to powder.
“Much easier to walk now, thank you!”
Sung Mi-ju, who had been running ahead, called out cheerfully.
“Will you be competing seriously in the next Ranking Tournament?”
Before Sung Mi-ju disappeared from view, Harp asked casually while running.
Hwa-jon, moving lightly as if riding the wind to match the pace, paused briefly in thought before shrugging.
“Only if all of this ends safely.”
“So you’re dropping the hidden master concept.”
“Yes, I realized that worrying from the inside doesn’t change anything.”
“Over there.”
Harp extended her hand, pointing toward where sinister mana was gathering.
The fog approaching like poison seemed ready to engulf this place at any moment.
Sung Ji-wook, who quickly grasped the situation, unfurled a wide golden shield.
The fog that struck the barrier recoiled, pushed backward.
“Then show me you’ve come out, like I have.”
Harp’s eyes shone with golden light.
Hwa-jon gazed at the approaching fog with a serene expression before nodding.
“Yes.”
Hwa-jon began rushing forward.
‘Master, grant your disciple strength.’
A spear materialized before my eyes.
‘The Blade of Heaven Bearing All Sorrows’ provides you with sacred power.
Merging with mana!
“Hunter Sung Mi-ju, please assist me.”
“Okay!”
Sung Mi-ju responded cheerfully and stomped her foot hard.
Simultaneously, a massive pine tree surged up from the ground.
Its uprightness had taken root powerfully in this Land of Void.
Hwa-jon climbed onto that branch.
The endlessly growing thing soon halted at a place higher than the mist itself.
Hwa-jon leaped down lightly from below and swung his sword with tremendous force.
A wind that drove back the darkness blew forth.

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“They say they’ve found a location with magical energy where So Yi-yoon is likely to be.”
“Already?”
“Yes, but monsters and abnormal phenomena are occurring in various places, so they’re saying it might be somewhat difficult for just four people to enter….”
“It’s dangerous.”
“They’re going to attempt entry regardless.”
Jung Hwan-jae and I were destroying fragments of the third dungeon.
“Is this the end?”
“Yes, this is the extent of dungeon fragments we can destroy from where we can currently access.”
The remaining fragments were being handled by other hunters from Hanttae and top-ranked hunters from around the world.
The mere fact that there were three dungeon fragments on the verge of hatching was astonishing enough.
“Don’t you think we need to establish more thorough regulations for this?”
“You’re right….”
“Oh, so you did hear me.”
“Yes, you spoke so clearly…. As expected of someone who heals through their voice.”
Since it was the final dungeon fragment, Dan Myeong-ah had arrived nearby to verify it.
He was looking embarrassed, as if it were his own mistake.
Even though he was someone without the authority to touch regulations.
I felt awkward too, sensing I’d inadvertently put him on the spot, when Jung Hwan-jae stepped in between us.
“Well then, since we’ve finished destroying the dungeon fragments, shall we move on to the next phase?”
“Ah, yes. The Hunter Association has already contacted the International Hunter Federation.”
Liri’s efforts, undertaken despite accepting disciplinary action, were finally bearing fruit.
The Federation was ultimately an organization meant to protect the world.
But above it stood the Valkyrie Network and Baldur inevitably.
“That’s fortunate.”
“We’re grateful to both of you for your efforts. And to your assigned staff members as well.”
Dan Myeong-ah bowed deeply, saying that without us, this matter wouldn’t have been resolved so smoothly.
I returned a light bow while gazing into empty space.
There was still no contact from Liri.
Had it been an overreach beyond imagination?
But hadn’t Baldur been said to exist for the purpose of stopping Ragnarok?
It was unjust for Liri, who had done her best for that cause, to face punishment.
I was frowning slightly when someone tapped my shoulder.
“Yes? Oh, Lucy.”
Jung Hwan-jae was engaged in serious conversation with Dan Myeong-ah. In the meantime, Lucy in his doll form called out to me.
His tone suggested he had something he wanted to discuss in private.
Following him to a corner against one wall, the puppet Lucy settled onto my shoulder.
“I want Liri and me to know each other’s real names.”
“Your true name?”
“Yes.”
Generally, even without someone revealing it directly from their own lips, it’s possible to deduce who their assigned staff member is.
Dante’s assigned staff member Nia and Lucy perched on my shoulder were cases in point.
But Liri remained a mystery to me.
“An archangel…? I feel like there was a name with ‘ri’ in it somewhere.”
As I spoke with uncertainty, Lucy burst into laughter.
“Well, with wings and all, it’s an understandable mistake. But the one humans generally call an angel was created by someone else. Liri isn’t that type of being.”
I recalled his name: Source of Knowledge.
Knowledge.
What could it be?
“One who remembers. One who reflects and contemplates.”
Cryptic words.
A fundamental question arose within me.
“But why do I need to know both of your names?”
I was perfectly content with the names Liri and Lucy.
As I blinked, he lifted his body into the air.
“Just… I think it would be better that way.”

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