The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 184

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 184
The sudden surge of monsters sent the people outside into a panic.
They questioned why monsters should still exist when a Dungeon was supposed to close—shouldn’t they all disappear?
As if that weren’t enough, Gates began tearing open across a wider area than expected, centered around Ragnarok.
‘Prioritize evacuating civilians and request support from all nearby Hunters!’
‘What about you, sir?’
‘There’s a School ahead, so I’ll go check on it!’
‘I’m coming with you!’
Dan Myeong-ah and Kim A-jin, who rushed off to rescue civilians, lost contact as they worked to evacuate people trapped inside the School.
Harp, who remained at headquarters, contacted the Research Institute to request reinforcements.
Though she disliked combat, she couldn’t turn a blind eye to this crisis. Ultimately, Harp set out to handle the nearby Gates.
And then there was one.
‘You’re the strongest, so protect the area around Ragnarok.’
‘Me? The strongest, you say….’
‘My eyes don’t deceive me.’
Uncertain about Harp’s parting words, Hwa-jon continued patrolling the vicinity and eliminating monsters.
With all civilians already evacuated from this location, only Hunters remained.
Just as I was thinking, ‘Maybe I should go elsewhere and lend a hand,’ the void suddenly tore open.
“Everyone, step back!”
Hwa-jon blocked the way with sword in hand, but contrary to expectations, people came pouring through.
Familiar faces.
“Has it been cleared?”
“No, but monsters are still coming out.”
“Then what on earth—”
They agreed to approach and investigate.
Just as everyone cautiously drew closer to that location.
Sung Mi-ju came running from that direction, carrying a blood-soaked Sung Ji-wook on her back.
‘Why?’
But there was no time to think further. Hwa-jon administered Okwanhdan to the unconscious Sung Ji-wook and began treating him.
“Is Ji-wook going to be alright?”
Sung Mi-ju asked frantically, her voice frantic with urgency.
Hwa-jon carefully received Sung Ji-wook and examined his condition.
“The wounds weren’t that deep to begin with. It seems the main problem was blood loss… but now that he’s taken Okwanhdan, he should be fine.”
Sung Ji-wook is a healer recognized throughout the entire world.
If even he couldn’t treat his own injuries—
Without question, the environment inside the Dungeon must be in quite a precarious state.
“Thank goodness….”
“I don’t understand. Ji-wook should be able to treat wounds like that himself.”
“It’s because of the environment inside the Dungeon.”
Sung Mi-ju exhaled heavily and opened her mouth to speak.
The four divided spaces within it, and especially the severe damage to the area where Sung Mi-ju’s team had entered.
“We all sustained bleeding wounds like Ji-wook’s—continuous ones.”
Wrists, hands, waist, and more.
Sung Ji-wook had it the worst, but it was something everyone in that group experienced.
It was just that managing not only his own abdominal wound but also his teammates’ bleeding made Sung Ji-wook’s condition appear the most critical.
Sung Ji-wook spoke clearly to Sung Mi-ju, whose cheeks bled without cessation.
‘You can’t collapse, noona.’
The one at the front doesn’t have the freedom to fall.
And yet he said such things so boldly, all while dancing between life and death himself.
But precisely because of that, Sung Mi-ju couldn’t afford to collapse.
Somehow, I completed the mission assigned to me and burst out carrying Sung Ji-wook on my back.
“Then the Dungeon hasn’t been cleared?”
“The Guild Master opened the exit first. If we stayed in there, Ji-wook would die.”
“Have all those with bleeding wounds come out?”
Sung Mi-ju shook her head.
Only a few with severe bleeding had come out; the rest were managing with bandages and hemostatic potions.
Cuts on the back of the hand weren’t life-threatening if you kept drinking hemostatic potions continuously.
“I should have kept fighting inside, but my eyes went blind with worry for my brother.”
It felt like I’d abandoned a Hunter’s duty. It was something I should have been prepared for from the moment we entered the Dungeon.
“It will be fine. With the personnel inside there.”
Then Hwa-jon’s calm voice cut through the air. He naturally handed Sung Ji-wook over to Sung Mi-ju.
“There’s a Temporary Headquarters further back. There shouldn’t be any major issues, but please let Ji-wook rest there.”
“What about you?”
“I need to deal with the monsters coming out of this place. If you have the energy after resting, Mi-ju, please lend a hand.”
….
“Even outside the Dungeon, there are places to fight and things to protect.”
A cool breeze swept across.
“Then I’ll just drop Ji-wook off and come right back, so don’t die until then.”
“Don’t worry. Even like this, I’m a Healer and a Hunter too.”
A Hunter who hadn’t seen real combat in a long time. A rusted swordsman. Forgotten bonds and righteousness.
But Sung Mi-ju’s expression suggested that would be enough.
Sung Mi-ju looked down once more at Sung Ji-wook, still unconscious in her arms, and her expression hardened with resolve.
No longer a confused face.
The expression of Sung Mi-ju the Ranker, known to all.
“I’ll be back.”
Hwa-jon bowed his head lightly in acknowledgment and turned, breaking into a run.
“You’ve received fine equipment, so recover fully before you return.”
Hwa-jon gazed at the sword.
The hilt bore the clear logo of the Yamyeong Workshop, and the blade gleamed with a blue light that mirrored Hwa-jon’s eyes.
‘I’m not sure if I have the right to wield such a fine blade.’
[Young-young: There is no perfection in the sword or in learning.]
[Young-young: There is only the path of constant refinement and progress.]
[Young-young: Remember always the spirit with which you grip the blade, and the purpose for which you wield it. That is all that matters.]
The spirit with which I grip the sword, and the purpose for which I wield it.
Was it not abundantly clear?
‘Your disciple grips the blade with a spirit that will never again falter, and wields it for the lives of the innocent.’
If someone falls by this blade and I must bear that karma, I accept it willingly.
Just then, a horde of monsters appeared, their jaws gaping wide as they charged forward.
Hwa-jon pushed off the ground lightly, accelerating his pace. His blade traced a gentle arc across the earth, drawing a perfect circle.
This time, it was not a crescent—it was a full moon.
Behind Hwa-jon, the silhouette of a middle-aged man seemed to flicker into view, gripping a sword and tracing the same form.
With each swing, black and white light erupted in dizzying brilliance, cleaving through the monsters.
A cerulean trajectory swept across the battlefield.
It was a clean blade—not a single drop of blood scattered. Hwa-jon bisected them so swiftly they had no time to feel pain, and he pressed onward without pause.
Merely enduring was not enough.
I had to prepare a place for those who would overcome and return.
Once more, my blade blazed with azure light.

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Our lips parted.
When I stopped him, I acted without hesitation, but the moment our lips separated, I felt overwhelmingly embarrassed and ashamed.
After an excruciatingly awkward silence, I finally spoke tentatively.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“…Yes, I feel overflowing with strength, as if I haven’t used any mana at all.”
Jung Hwan-jae’s face was flushed as red as his eyes. Mine probably looked the same.
I fidgeted awkwardly with my hands before standing up.
“That’s good. I mean, um… we need to be in peak condition before the final battle, after all.”
“Yes, yes.”
I was rambling, and he seemed barely able to respond. If anyone had seen us, they would have laughed.
But fortunately, those who would have laughed the loudest seemed too preoccupied with the opening door to notice.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Like wooden puppets, we creaked our way toward the door.
The chains were snapping one by one, and the door itself was black metal inlaid with a very dark blue sheen.
As we took our place beside them, Dante and Rosalind Brown looked toward us.
“Did you rest enough?”
“Yes….”
“Reaper’s face is red? Don’t you need more rest? Honestly, that skill earlier was incredibly reckless. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Um…. I’m fine. If we rest any longer here and the situation deteriorates, that would be worse.”
They nodded without suspicion, accepting the logic of it.
“It seems the chains have all come undone. Shall we open the door?”
“Yes.”
We pooled our strength and began pushing the door with all our might.
“Wait!”
“Yes?”
“It says to pull, not push.”
…We combined our efforts once more and began pulling the door instead.
With a heavy groan, the door swung open.
A peculiar, murky light seeped through, and an ominous aura descended upon us.
We stepped forward one by one into the darkness.
This was Earth.
But it was the City of Ruin—completely devastated, with every familiar building reduced to rubble.
I recognized this place.
“Senior.”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“This is the landscape from when we held our one-on-one Ranking Tournament.”

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