The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 179

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 179
“Pandora’s Regret…”
“You should know the cases where the strongest resentment materializes into a monster when a Staff Member’s divine power breaks down and becomes a calamity itself.”
If that was Pandora’s Regret taking physical form.
The moment the terrifying wind subsided, the Hunters urgently drank their potions.
Numerous Staff Members, including Pene, joined Nia’s side.
As if to say they would hold the line until we found a way.
Dante urgently squeezed between the Hunters and relayed the situation.
“If it’s a form meant to collect what was spilled like that, we need to find a way to destroy it.”
“Or break the vessel so it leaks even if we contain it.”
“Isn’t the only option to smash the box itself?”
“Is it really that simple?”
Despite the chaos, our relentless attacks had already left the box deeply cracked.
If destroying it or creating fissures was the solution, the situation should have improved.
But there was no sign of that whatsoever.
Rosalind Brown narrowed her eyes.
“What was the core of the Pandora myth?”
“The core? Well… hope remained at the bottom of the box, wasn’t it something like that?”
Another Nike Hunter responded.
The bottom of the box.
Rosalind Brown’s expression grew serious in an instant.
“I heard about it from Ye-ah before. When the Staff Member Arachne became a Dungeon.”
The one who won the weaving contest against Athena but was turned into a spider for deceiving a god.
That trap of endlessly weaving the Loom.
We didn’t know it at the time, but research suggested one possibility.
When they destroyed the Loom so there was no need to weave anymore, the Dungeon was cleared, they said.
The actual story of a Staff Member may differ from recorded legends and myths, but the major events remain the same.
In most cases, when a Staff Member becomes a Dungeon, that ‘major event’ becomes the motif.
If it’s an event that ended in misfortune, the goal is to undo the event.
If it’s an event with even a glimmer of hope, targeting that often leads to clearing.
“If there’s hope, aim for that. Though I can’t guarantee the odds.”
At the bottom of Pandora’s Box lies hope.
Rosalind Brown, who had been staring at the box endlessly pouring out frozen despair, lifted her head.
“Are we despair?”
“Despair? Well, it’s certainly a desperate situation.”
Someone shook their head.
Rosalind Brown poured another potion down her throat and shook her head.
“No, what I mean is. If that box is collecting what Pandora unleashed upon the world, then we’re negative emotions, aren’t we?”
“Keep going.”
Dante, cutting off someone’s attempt at rebuttal, looked toward Rosalind Brown.
I thought I understood what she was trying to say, yet her meaning remained frustratingly elusive.
Rosalind Brown noticed how every eye in the room had turned toward her and gave a slight shrug.
“Then isn’t the one thing left inside that box hope itself?”
“….”
“Rosalind Brown, you can’t mean—”
“If we can’t find a way to solve this from outside the box, then we might have to go inside it.”
If we could have destroyed it with our strength from out here, we would have already.
In essence, she was saying that the only path forward might be to plunge into the hope trapped below.
That’s when a system window crackled to life before Rosalind’s eyes.
Insight (S) undergoes its second awakening.
The box’s lid trembled ominously.
As if it might slam shut at any moment.
“I have a feeling that if it closes, we’ll be in serious trouble. We’d just have to stand here like idiots waiting for it to open again.”
If those of us here couldn’t break it with our combined strength, it would be difficult for others to break it either, no matter how many came.
“Of course, I could be wrong. There’s a good chance I am. I’m an uncooperative person, but I’m not about to deliberately send people to their deaths.”
Rosalind added that this was merely one possibility before letting out a sigh.
“I wish we could try multiple approaches.”
“Roza.”
Dante was the first to catch on to Rosalind’s plan.
He grabbed her wrist with an expression of unprecedented alarm.
“But I’m going inside to find out.”
“Roza!”
“Someone has to figure out the method, and every way we’ve ever destroyed a Dungeon was born from countless failures.”
Only by attempting something while knowing someone will fail can we reduce the number of possibilities.
Now that Dungeon clearing has become progressively safer, people easily overlook this truth.
Every success called a clear was achieved by treading upon the failures called sacrifice.
“But you can’t go.”
“Then who can?”
“….”
Dante faltered at Rosalind’s sharp question.
That’s right.
Who can?
Among those who came here to clear the Dungeon, is there anyone who’s allowed to throw themselves inside?
Dante understood his position.
That he couldn’t go in with her.
No matter what must be sacrificed or relinquished, a commander must hold their post.
“But—”
“We have to try everything we can. If we fail to clear this, it’s not just a Dungeon Break, Dante Brown.”
This is a calamity.
Failure means accepting the annihilation of this world.
Even if it’s smaller than the first calamity, I can’t deny that it’s a seed of destruction.
Especially if most of the rankers are trapped in this Dungeon—there’s no way to contain it once it breaks out after we eliminate them.
“You might not even die. Don’t grab at me now with that sentimental act. When were we ever such a tender-hearted brother and sister?”
Rosalind Brown opened her mouth as if deliberately making light of the situation.
Our relationship was finally starting to heal, and now we had to face something like this.
“Wait, wouldn’t it be okay if we went together? As long as it’s not Dante?”
And then a voice called out from behind.
Rosalind Brown turned with a puzzled expression.
It was another Guild member from Nike whom she’d crossed paths with once or twice.
Since she hadn’t fit well with the team, most of them had been distant, and these people were no exception.
Rosalind Brown stared directly at his face.
“Of course, we’ve never entered a Dungeon together, and I can’t say our teamwork is solid. But two people have a higher chance of surviving than one.”
“Even though the chance of dying is higher?”
“Even so. Coming in here in the first place was something we resolved to do.”
“I’ll go too.”
“Me as well.”
Starting with that, several people raised their hands.
It came to ten people.
Rosalind Brown’s expression turned dumbfounded, then she burst into laughter.
“I didn’t know Nike had so many crazy people willing to throw their lives away so easily.”
“It’s better if strong people go in.”
“Dante, does that ease your worry? So stop making that look-like-you’re-about-to-cry face.”
“When did I ever make such a face? You really need to break that habit of exaggerating, seriously….”
“Yeah, yeah. Alright, everyone who’s coming with me, stand up.”
Even with more people, there was no guarantee we’d all survive.
If anything, the odds of us all dying together were probably even higher.
But the atmosphere was incomparably more hopeful than before.
“Roza, take this.”
“What is it?”
Dante hastily pressed a gun into Rosalind Brown’s hand.
“What? I don’t know how to shoot.”
“It’s like a flare gun. If you can, fire it from inside. I’ll come right in.”
“I just pull the trigger at the sky?”
“Yeah.”
Dante, who had been hesitating, pulled Rosalind Brown into a tight embrace.
She shrieked and writhed, but only briefly—then she shook her head and patted his back gently.
“I’ve got this.”
“Yeah.”
The moment Rosalind Brown stepped out of his arms, Pene flew to her side.
“You’re ready, right, Pene?”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
There was no time to waste. It was time to enter the box.
With Rosalind Brown leading the charge, everyone surged forward in unison.
“Nia, clear the path!”
“May victory walk with you.”
Nia, who had steadfastly held the front until now, opened a gap.
As if retaliating against the blockade that had held until now, the pulling force grew even stronger.
This time, I wouldn’t resist.
“Let’s go!”
About ten people were lifted into the air and sucked directly into the box.
Green mana flashed brilliantly from afar.
This time, not to attack our allies, but to protect them.
The people disappeared into it, vanishing from sight.
The pulling force weakened slightly, as if it had sated its hunger for a moment.
Dante, who had been staring blankly at the sight, straightened his body with resolve.
They hadn’t bought time for him to waver like this.
He turned to the others and shouted loudly.

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