The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 182

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 182
“How much time has passed?”
“Rosalind Brown entered approximately two hours ago.”
Two hours.
If something were going to happen, it might have already occurred long before now.
Conversely, if it were to be resolved, it should have been by now. She should have emerged.
Why is there absolutely no contact?
“There’s a saying that no news is good news. If something serious had happened, the boss’s behavior would certainly have changed.”
Someone beside me opened their mouth as if to offer comfort.
Dante’s expression was identical to when Rosalind Brown had entered. Only his mana trembled noticeably.
It couldn’t possibly be otherwise.
The poor relationship between the Brown siblings was a well-known story.
Anyone with even a passing interest in Hunters had heard it at least once.
But the Hunter observing him now could tell the truth.
‘That’s not what it means to become strangers to each other.’
If something truly happened to Rosalind Brown, he would reduce this place to rubble without a second thought.
Those who had leaped into that box weren’t just Rosalind Brown—the other Nike Hunters felt the same way.
“The lid is breaking!”
The fortunate part was that the concentrated assault from outside was gradually proving effective.
Ever since Dante blew off the hinges in one breath, everyone focused on shattering the lid.
With a heavy sound, the lid shattered.
The boss shrieked with an ear-splitting cry, as if unable to comprehend that its mouth could be closed.
“Be careful. Its power is growing stronger!”
Now the ice pouring from the box resembled icebergs.
At that moment, riding Nia’s golden wave, Dante blocked the way forward. Hundreds, thousands of massive gun barrels erupted with fire.
At an extremely precarious moment, the iceberg split in half.
“Don’t panic and maintain formation, everyone. I will block the large icebergs coming from ahead.”
“But—”
“I still have reserves. Prioritize caring for the exhausted and the wounded.”
When mana depleted, he drank potions; when bodies grew weary, he forcibly applied buffs.
But even that had its limits.
Especially to fill the void left by a single healer.
‘Everyone is exhausted. If this becomes a prolonged battle, we will definitely lose.’
It was something I could feel even without voicing it aloud.
We’ve only maintained this long because we gathered only the most renowned Hunters from across the world.
Plus the generous support from the Staff Members.
But neither human mana nor the divine power of Staff Members could be eternal.
Some had already entered a state beyond what potions could resolve. Dante’s voice reached the Hunter’s ears.
“Nia, if this becomes any more prolonged, someone will die.”
“Absolutely.”
“…If that box breaks before we have more time.”
Nia turned slowly to face me.
The clear regret written across her face made me lower my gaze.
I didn’t want to do this. But I also knew it was the fastest way.
“At least we could prevent deaths in this area.”
“How much time do we have before we must make that choice?”
“Not much left.”
If it were myself inside that box, I wouldn’t have hesitated.
Before entering, I would have simply told them to destroy the box if things took too long, without worrying about the consequences.
But inside that box are Nike’s people.
My only family threw themselves in.
“Wouldn’t losing the 6th-ranked Hunter be too catastrophic a loss? Nia.”
“It would be a loss.”
“So if I can buy time somehow, they might not die….”
“Dante.”
I despised myself for spouting such pathetic words when I already knew the answer.
If there were any guarantee that they could escape alive even if my body shattered, I would endure it.
But I couldn’t stake uncertain possibilities on the lives of others.
I knew that too.
“What should we do?”
The one waiting beside me gently opened their mouth.
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them and murmured.
“Give me twenty minutes. I’ll make a decision then.”
A Dungeon is a place that doesn’t even grant time to mourn what has been lost or what will be lost.
Those twenty minutes were only permitted because I staked my name on it.
Ten minutes passed, then fifteen. As we crossed eighteen minutes, everyone turned their eyes toward me.
I stood with my back to them, having shattered dozens of icebergs alone.
If anyone had seen my face, they would have certainly noticed it.
My lips, muttering “please” thousands and thousands of times.
Nineteen minutes.
Nineteen minutes and thirty seconds.
Darkness descended across my face.
And as we passed fifty seconds more.
“Guild Master!”
With someone’s scream-like cry, my eyes flew wide open.
Light definitely surged from outside the box. With a sharp crack, it scattered like fireworks.
Rosalind Brown.
“Rosalind Brown!”
I rushed forward without hesitation, toward the force pulling me in.
“Master, you can’t!”
“A flare signal just went off.”
“Yes, I saw it. But look!”
That sound—wasn’t it a signal calling for help? I need to run toward it.
The remaining people holding Dante from both sides cried out urgently.
Only then did Dante see the transformation of the box before his eyes.
Intense dark-green flames erupted from the edges, eventually consuming the entire box.
With the sound of something shattering, the box twisted violently. It was clearly cracking.
The flames rose up like a phoenix, immense and terrible, reducing the box to ash.
“That is….”
“…It looks like Rosalind Brown’s Staff Member form.”
Not just Dante, but everyone murmured as if their souls had left their bodies.
Dante, laughing in bewilderment, looked ahead.
The flames, powered by not one but several people, were insufficient merely to consume the box—they had begun melting the ice as well.
“The pulling force is weakening!”
“Weaken the barrier. Don’t lower your guard.”
“Understood!”
No matter how bewildering or soul-shaking the situation, orders had to be given. Dante snapped back to attention and spoke.
With this time they’d bought, everyone could rest a little.
Dante began running forward, watching the box collapse into fragments of ash.
On the ground where all the ice had melted, fresh shoots were bursting forth as if they’d been waiting.
“Rosalind!”
As the heat touched his cheeks, Dante felt the countless wounds on his body being healed.
It was a familiar sensation.
Through the shimmering heat, the smoke slowly dispersed, and people stood in its place.
Nike’s people, their faces and bodies covered entirely in soot.
“When I went inside, I found something that seemed to be a heart. So I just burned it….”
The moment Rosalind Brown saw Dante, she opened her mouth with a proud air.
But her words cut short as Dante pulled her into a tight embrace.
“What?”
“Looks like you’re happy to see each other after so long? We’re completely left out.”
Those who shook their heads burst into laughter.
“You did this?”
Rosalind Brown blinked, noticing the tremor in Dante’s voice.
Clumsy hands patted his back.
“Nike did.”

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“Were we the first ones to come out?”
“It appears so.”
Jung Hwan-jae and I, along with the rest of our curse-breaking team, sat awkwardly in front of the locked Final Boss Room.
The moment we cleared the zone, we were transported to this location.
“It felt like half a day inside, but how much time has passed out there?”
“If it’s been long, it could be as much as a week.”
“I’m starting to wonder if I’ve aged just from clearing everything and leaving.”
The final door remained locked, so we had no choice but to reorganize our supplies and make conversation here.
After chatting idly for a while, people suddenly poured out before our eyes.
“Ah!”
“It’s us, it’s us.”
It was Dante’s team, the one that went to the Frozen Zone.
I’d heard it was a place full of ice, yet they all looked like they’d been rolling around in ashes.
“Are you all right?”
“No one’s dead.”
They all bore exhausted expressions, having clearly endured a grueling time.
Thanks to Rosalind Brown’s presence, they appeared to have sustained minimal injuries.
The fact that no one had died was blessing enough.
“But where’s the other team?”
“They’re taking a while.”
I’d been worried about exactly that. We huddled together and stared at the doorway through which the remaining group had entered.
About an hour passed. A flash of light appeared, and figures emerged.
“Finally here….”
My words trailed off.
Sung Mi-ju stood at the front, carrying Sung Ji-wook on her back, both of them drenched in blood.
Sung Mi-ju, her face expressionless, spoke.
“He’s dying.”

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