The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 183

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 183
“What are you saying?”
“Exactly what I said. Ji-wook is dying.”
Though my face was devoid of emotion, I had no time to address him by his hunter alias.
I rushed toward him and placed my hands on his body.
Massive bleeding continued from his abdomen. I forcibly pushed mana into the wound as a temporary measure.
“Stone fragments are embedded in his body.”
“What?”
“I’ve made the wound close several times, but it keeps reopening.”
Initially, the injury had been treatable through Ji-wook’s own mana-based self-healing.
But after the wound reopened multiple times and the bleeding continued, he lost consciousness.
“The wound keeps tearing open?”
“The initial treatment was flawless, I’m certain of it. The wound was barely visible afterward. I even extracted the fragments.”
Ji-wook had been fine at the time too. He’d even nagged me, saying, ‘That’s enough—focus on attacking.’ So he had.
I’d thought the dungeon clear was progressing unusually smoothly.
The moment I dared to hope, calamity returned once more—it truly felt like being trapped inside Pandora’s Box.
“That can’t be….”
“Moreover, the wound is reopening at an accelerating rate.”
The wound had been closing gradually as it absorbed my mana.
But the moment I paused, blood began pooling again.
At this rate of blood loss, exsanguination was entirely possible.
“Ji-wook.”
It was Jung Hwan-jae who approached my side.
I had never seen such an expression on his face before. Defeat and despair, shock and sorrow.
And rage.
Red mana rippled across his body.
Sung Mi-ju, who had lowered Ji-wook from her back, began pressing down on his wound with her hands to stop the bleeding.
“I said we should hold the line ourselves up front. That way we could clear it quickly. And yes, we cleared it fast.”
“Mi-ju….”
“If I could go back, I’d make the same choice. Because even knowing all of this, I understand that path was the best option.”
Sung Mi-ju muttered in an icy tone, as though she would answer no one’s questions.
She seemed utterly vacant.
Jung Hwan-jae looked around.
“Where is Ji-wook’s Assigned Staff Member?”
“Here.”
A barely-formed existence approached me.
What dwelt in that face seemed both sorrow and determination.
“Is there no way to resolve this? Is that why it can’t be found through search? If you can’t speak directly, then at least give me search keywords.”
It was evident he was forcibly suppressing his emotions to avoid directing his anger at these innocent people.
“As long as the dungeon’s byproduct remains embedded in his body while he’s inside, recovery is impossible.”
“Huh?”
“Even if I gave you all my divine power, as long as you remain inside this Dungeon, this condition won’t be cured.”
There was no way out until we left the Dungeon.
Sung Mi-ju drew a breath as if suppressing her emotions.
“No matter how quickly we clear the final room in record time, by then it’ll already be too late. I’ve already asked.”
So no matter what Ji-wook did, he would die.
I’d prepared myself mentally for the possibility that someone might die, but I never imagined it would be someone close to me.
Why?
I’d thought I could accept it if it were someone I wasn’t close to.
Dark emotions bloomed within me.
It was Jung Hwan-jae’s quiet voice that stopped them.
“All we need is to get out.”
“What?”
“If we can just get out—if Ji-wook can just get outside right now, we can save him, right?”
Everyone’s eyes turned toward him.
He summoned an enormous scythe.
I felt mana far more potent than usual. I stared ahead blankly.
Ji-wook’s Assigned Staff Member nodded.
Behind us, Lucy exhaled a sigh so heavy the ground seemed to sink.
“You need to brace yourself for extraordinary mana consumption. You understand.”
“Yeah.”
“You won’t be able to maintain it for long.”
“Yeah.”
He swung the scythe through empty air. His eyes glowed red, and even those of us beside him felt the crushing pressure.
The space of the Dungeon tore open.
The power he’d used when he came to rescue me, or when he suddenly crossed national borders.
Since our first meeting, this was the first time he’d used this power inside the Dungeon.
“Really… there’s nothing that can’t be done if you’re strong enough.”
Disbelief made me mutter something foolish without thinking.
Explosive mana was forcibly prying the gap wider.
“You’ve got maybe three minutes, so Mi-ju, you carry Ji-wook and get out. Once you’re outside, there will definitely be people who can help.”
“But…”
“There won’t be another chance. Everyone else—if your injuries or damage are severe, get out immediately.”
“…Sorry. I’ll wait.”
Sung Mi-ju didn’t hesitate any longer. She hoisted Ji-wook onto her back again and squeezed through the gap.
As they were swallowed by the gap, sounds of struggle echoed from behind.
“Get out quickly.”
“Rosalind, come with us.”
“I’m fine.”
Those covered in ash, pushed from behind by Rosalind Brown and Dante, wore reluctant expressions.
“I have to come back out. Nike isn’t Nike without Brown.”
They seemed to be hunters who had suffered significant losses from Dante’s Team.
Including them, hunters from each team with severe injuries or excessive mana depletion—those unable to participate in the final assault—crossed through the gate.
The moment the last of them passed through the space, the gap that had been barely maintained snapped shut. Jung Hwan-jae dropped to his knees on the ground.
Roughly one-third of the total force had exited the Dungeon.
Seeing sweat beading on his forehead, it was clear the toll had been substantial.
“Senior.”
“Ye-ah.”
I could tell from his voice alone—he’d pushed himself far beyond his limits.
“Even if the debuff is only paused, to drain mana to this extent….”
Lucy, his expression alarmed, forced crimson mana into Jung Hwan-jae.
Since holy power was relatively abundant, it would refill faster than usual.
But there was a difference—normally I’d fill Jung Hwan-jae’s mana while he rested, yet now he had to return to combat immediately.
“Rest for a moment. We’ll be watching that gate unlock from here.”
Dante spoke to me and Jung Hwan-jae, then led everyone toward the locked gate.
The chains were rattling as if they’d snap any moment. It seemed like a considerate gesture to give us two some privacy.
“Senior.”
“Just a little longer and you’ll be fine.”
My mind raced rapidly.
I couldn’t rely on Lucy alone. Time was running out, and Jung Hwan-jae’s condition was dire.
And we faced the final battle ahead.
I had to give him my mana.
In the most efficient way possible.
“Look at me.”
“What?”
I cupped his cheek and met his gaze. He looked into my eyes.
“This is emergency treatment.”
“Emergency treatment?”
“But I can’t claim my intentions are entirely selfless.”
Before he could respond, I pressed my lips against his.
From the ring, an emerald light deeper than ever before poured forth.
Jung Hwan-jae’s eyes widened in surprise, then he carefully wrapped his arms around my waist.
Transferring one’s soul through breath….
Whoever thought of it, it’s truly romantic.

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The outside world that Sung Mi-ju emerged into was absolute chaos.
Normally, when hunters entered a Dungeon, other monsters wouldn’t appear—that was the standard.
But every second, small Gates tore open, spilling monsters into the fray, and hunters clashed against them relentlessly.
[Dia: This is probably happening because of the fusion with the Awakened One.]
[Dia: It won’t disappear until the Dungeon is completely cleared.]
The Assigned Staff Members lost their Avatar forms the moment they stepped outside the Dungeon.
My back was drenched.
I couldn’t tell if it was my own sweat or Sung Ji-wook’s blood.
His faint heartbeat was the only hope I could feel.
I’d already exhausted all the recovery potions, and I had no healing skills whatsoever.
‘I need to find a healer in this chaos.’
The situation was unfolding differently than I’d imagined—that they would simply wait for us to clear the Dungeon.
How could I find a healer in a place like this? Where should I go?
Panic and despair paralyzed my thoughts.
Sung Mi-ju (29)
Help me
Most of those who could see this message were still inside the Dungeon.
Sung Mi-ju began to run.
Someone, anyone—save my brother.
Even as my eyes burned with tears and my vision blurred, I couldn’t stop running.
Then suddenly, the weight shifted sharply backward.
“What the—!”
A monster?
I immediately spun around and took a defensive stance.
But what entered my vision was a white hand pushing a pearl-colored ring into Sung Ji-wook’s mouth.
The white hand wrapped around Sung Ji-wook’s wounds.
As if by miracle, the bleeding stopped, and steady, even breaths escaped from Sung Ji-wook’s unconscious lips.
“Are you alright?”
A gentle breeze stirred, silver hair swaying in the wind.
Hwa-jon stood before us, an expression of concern crossing their face.

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