The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 170

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 170
The interior fell silent as though doused with cold water.
They were desperately maintaining their silence.
As if they knew that whoever spoke first would have the arrow turned upon them.
“Aren’t you going to ask me anything?”
Rosalind Brown opened her mouth with an utterly pleasant tone.
“Those who impersonated Nike did it—do you have evidence? Aren’t you just trying to cover up what you’ve done yourselves? Something like that.”
A tone that dared them to speak if they could.
In other words, there was no escape route whatsoever.
Rosalind Brown’s reckless personality was backed by the confidence and ability to support it.
Someone finally managed to open their mouth.
“Why would we damage Nike’s reputation and invite danger upon ourselves? Logically, the Assigned Staff Members would have stopped us….”
“Merely planning isn’t enough for the Assigned Staff Members to act directly. They can only move when there’s actual conduct, when there’s certainty that it accelerates Ragnarok.”
Even if one openly devised a plan to sell dungeon fragments to the Black Market.
If they didn’t act directly, those beings wouldn’t move.
Entities to whom human morality didn’t apply, who knew their intentions yet didn’t hastily intervene.
The most omnipotent beings who had prevented countless calamities before.
“Since neither you nor anyone else sold or bought the fragments, you merely devised a plan that was difficult to realize.”
Rosalind, who had thrown the fragment and caught it again, shrugged her shoulders.
There were plenty of people who would do far dirtier things if offered money or promised honor.
And there was certainly someone who, blinded by that power, had rendered the Assigned Staff Members unable to act properly.
Whether they sold the fragments to the Black Market or got caught up in it and died, the Assigned Staff Members who could have stopped them were already in a state of lost function.
“Yeah, I did think they were just bad people conspiring with each other.”
Rosalind, who had been staring at the fragment, lifted her head.
These damned Nike people had finally gone as far as they could.
When I first learned all of this, that was truly the extent of my impression.
‘So those staff member murderers that Dante kept following had joined hands with these people.’
A kind of anger too—that if they hadn’t harbored such filthy intentions, they wouldn’t have suffered.
But that was something I could manage however I wished.
The sorrow and sense of betrayal toward family were mine alone—Rosalind, who was Dante’s family and belonged to Nike.
Whenever a dungeon appeared, I could somehow prevent it.
Because I’m Nike’s healer who can do that!
But then.
“But that wasn’t it.”
A bird burning crimson suddenly cried out sharply.
All of that sound reached everyone except Dante.
Everyone, including Shunt, twisted their bodies in agony.
The Assigned Staff Member ‘Ember Seeking Death’ corrects the hierarchy among staff members.
Adjusting the data that actually occurred.
The complicity of those who accelerated Ragnarok is recognized.
Dante stepped forward.
“The people harmed by the dungeon fragments you sold—those victims whose handlers you killed.”
Rosalind Brown’s gaze drifted toward the ceiling.
Yet that silence spoke of rage instead.
Unlike Yeom Ye-ah’s gentle emerald, a violent green mana mixed with flames thrashed wildly.
‘Why did I do it?’
‘Because I couldn’t bear it alone.’
‘Because I have nothing left to lose.’
“….”
“You used them as a conduit for fragment trafficking.”
Beyond merely killing handlers, they’d entrusted distribution to these people, and countless lives were lost in the process.
There had always been questions about why so many personnel went missing simply because a handler died.
But to think it was like this.
“Fundamentally, the Valkyrie Network and Baldur have no authority to sanction situations where an awakened harms another awakened.”
Dante’s brilliant light began layering over Rosalind’s green mana.
Dozens of guns materialized in the air.
“But that works both ways. Whatever we do to you, Baldur can’t lift a finger. Your handlers can’t stop us either.”
A female silhouette wavered behind Dante.
“Because only two people on this land can remove my handler from duty.”
Hundreds of green bullets poured from Rosalind’s hands.
“Legal punishment and your shattered reputation—you can receive those again in court later! What Dante and I are doing is, how should I put it, personal vengeance? We’re simply committing this petty act.”
They were strangers.
The Brown siblings had no reason to feel guilt or anguish toward them.
If this had never been exposed, the weight of all these crimes would have been placed on the two of them—in that sense, they might be victims.
Had they known, they would have stopped it.
Had they grasped it even slightly sooner, they could have saved at least one more.
‘Even if I regret it now, I cannot bring back those who have already departed.’
Why rankers are beloved.
Because they’re cool? That’s true as well.
Because they possess strength I could never have? That’s also true.
But deep down, they believe.
If something happens to me, if I’m dragged into a dungeon or suffer injustice.
The hunters on this land will surely save me.
“Nike and Hanttae were founded for that very reason.”
“You think you’ll walk away unscathed after doing this!”
“How trite. To answer directly—no. We never worried about being unscathed in the first place.”
Had we worried about such things, we wouldn’t have become hunters.
So this was atonement for those we couldn’t save.
Rosalind exhaled a long breath and lifted her head.
“It’s going to sting.”
And a tremendous gunshot filled the room.

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“It seems something serious has happened. There’s been no contact even after reading the message.”
Jung Hwan-jae tilted his head while looking at the ranker chat.
My head tilted in the same direction.
It’s a chat that works whether inside or outside a dungeon, in any emergency situation.
It doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong with the other person’s condition either.
“Should we try contacting Rosalind Brown?”
“No. I think Nike might be a bit chaotic internally right now.”
“That’s true….”
James had let me know something in passing.
Since it was an internal Nike matter, he couldn’t relay the details properly, but something had come up that needed to be resolved.
Since this was also to reduce Ragnarok even slightly, contact might be delayed for a while.
“Then shall we try to do something among ourselves for now.”
People gathered cozily in the Hanttae building.
Jung Hwan-jae, Yeom Ye-ah, Sung Mi-ju, Sung Ji-wook, Harp, Hwa-jon, Dan Myeong-ah, and Kim A-jin.
If Rosalind Brown and Dante joined as well, that would make ten people total.
Considering that six of them were hunters within the top hundred, it was certainly a luxurious gathering.
“I brought the files from when Ragnarok occurred, thinking it might be helpful.”
Kim A-jin began writing something in the air with an expression of considerable strain.
I’d seen her do this before in the dungeon we were dragged into from the subway.
It seemed to be Kim A-jin’s unique ability.
“Ah, Kim A-jin specializes in recording and transmission. Something like memory manifestation.”
Dan Myeong-ah added the comment with a slightly proud tone, which was a bonus.
“N-no, it’s not that impressive. Even if I can manifest memories, it wouldn’t be even one hundredth of the firepower of the information you all bring from the Network….”
Kim A-jin’s embarrassed hands began moving faster.
She seemed to be trying to hide her awkwardness, which was rather endearing.
Numerous files unfolded before my eyes. Kim A-jin began her explanation, pointing to each one.
“The warning signs are exactly the same as Ragnarok. Gates open within seconds and monsters appear, and the black fog makes preemptive suppression impossible.”
“Is there no way to break through it?”
“As time passes, the fog itself transforms into a massive gate entrance. It’s not a scale that can be eliminated all at once.”
Jung Hwan-jae looked at the empty space for a moment, then sighed.
It seemed Lucy had told him directly that it was impossible.
I hadn’t thought it would be weak enough to simply erase dungeon fragments anyway.
“Of course, the scale is much smaller than the original Ragnarok. The fact that it’s being suppressed to some degree by the shields of these two proves that.”
Kim A-jin’s gaze turned toward Hwa-jon and Sung Ji-wook.
Even if they had deployed their defenses with all their might, the fact that it could only slow down the speed proved it was much weaker than a normal Ragnarok.
Seeing us nod, Kim A-jin let out a short sigh.
“The problem would be that there’s a living hunter inside this fog.”
So Yi-yoon.

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