The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 185

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 185
The Assigned Staff Members were watching us.
I see. They had been showing us the form of the calamity from that moment onward.
But there was no way we could have noticed such signals. I furrowed my brow slightly.
Liri added a word of explanation.
“We can only see fragments of the future, even we ourselves.”
It was said that even mobilizing most of the powers of the first-generation Awakeners, including Liri, allowed them to glimpse only fragments of what was to come.
“That’s why we’re trying to convey it to Awakeners through various methods.”
“Most of the time, though, we don’t gain much from it.”
Someone sighed and shook their head.
Certainly, with only the environment of the Ranking Tournament, it would be difficult to discern that it was something that would happen in the future.
At best, one could only think: “So that’s how it is.”
Naturally, neither Jung Hwan-jae nor I, having been through that place, had found any particular solution.
There was nothing for it—we’d simply have to double our efforts.
“Where might the boss be?”
Several hunters stepped forward and activated their skills.
The powerful flow of mana that testified to So Yi-yoon’s strength could be tracked with tracking skills.
The search continued relentlessly, as if determined not to miss even the slightest sign.
“The probability is high that it’s to the north, but we can’t track the exact coordinates of which point in the north.”
An older-looking woman sighed.
“What is the overall width of this space?”
“Well, it’s continuously expanding.”
Of all things, an expanding-type Dungeon.
If we didn’t locate the final boss within a short time, we’d face even greater difficulties.
“Let’s split up and search.”
Dante opened his mouth.
Even though one-third of our forces had been reduced, all the personnel from the three teams had gathered, so we had sufficient manpower.
But I wasn’t inclined to agree. I spoke up hesitantly.
“We had far more people together before, and several of them still suffered serious injuries. I’m not sure if splitting up here is the right call.”
Who knew what might happen if we divided? A threat we couldn’t prepare for was poison.
At my words, Dante fell silent as if pondering for a moment.
He too seemed to agree with me to some extent.
“Then let’s go north together and use the tracking skill again.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t delay—let’s move. Those without mana reserves should focus on the rear rather than direct combat and concentrate on watching our surroundings.”
Those ranked within the top 40 were forbidden from using their abilities until meeting the boss, in order to conserve their strength.
Everyone except me.
“You should have told me if you were bleeding continuously.”
“I apologize. Joke’s condition was so severe that I forgot I was injured myself….”
“There’s nothing to forget about it.”
The man wiped his tears with a soft sound and offered me his hand.
Ever since Sung Mi-ju’s squad, those who had suffered injuries like this endured without showing any sign of their wounds.
Hand, shoulder, back, thigh—the variety of locations was striking.
“Those who felt they couldn’t bear it or experienced discomfort have all left.”
“Please stop speaking as if their condition is fine.”
As long as they remained under the laws of this Dungeon, there was no way they could be fine. I couldn’t fully heal them with my own power either.
Yet they were forcing themselves to endure by drinking hemostatic potions—it weighed on my heart.
He wiped his tears again with that soft sound.
“You’re already someone who needs to conserve their strength, and here you are getting hurt for nothing….”
“It’s okay. My hemostasis actually lasts longer than potions anyway.”
Stopping bleeding hardly counted as using mana at all.
What really drained my mana was what happened earlier with Jung Hwan-jae….
“Y-Yeom Ye-ah Hunter? Your face is red. Did I cause you to overexert yourself?”
“No! It’s not that!”
My voice shot up so suddenly that those walking ahead turned around in surprise.
Jung Hwan-jae’s reaction was even more intense.
The moment I responded so forcefully, he appeared beside me as if teleporting.
If he knew what I’d been thinking about to make my face flush like that, he wouldn’t be doing this.
“No, I just suddenly feel full of energy—it’s great. I have so much strength I can’t contain it. I kind of want to fight, you know?”
I patted Jung Hwan-jae’s shoulder and started walking ahead eagerly before he could respond.
He followed me along like he was tethered to me, his expression still worried.
“I thought something was wrong when you suddenly shouted like that.”
“Nothing happened. Nothing happened. I’m not lying—absolutely nothing happened.”
“You said that three times.”
I naturally blended into the group and began walking toward the North.
After walking for a while, my face finally seemed to cool down a bit.
“Looking more carefully, there are definitely differences from Earth.”
“Yes, the buildings are constructed haphazardly.”
The world’s first and second-ranked Guild Buildings, which should have been in the United States and Korea respectively, stood side by side in ruins.
A bit further ahead, where a residential area should have been, stood So Yi-yoon’s High School instead.
Moreover, corpses—whether they belonged to monsters or were simply part of the Dungeon—lay scattered across the ground.
“There are so many corpses.”
“They’re illusions.”
“Yes, I know that, but….”
The silver-haired corpse lying there—it was painfully obvious who it was meant to represent.
The short-haired woman visible beyond the building, and the male corpse sprawled out with a scythe as well.
“It seems they dislike us quite a bit.”
“…Indeed.”
Witnessing the deaths of myself and those close to me displayed like this was deeply repugnant.
I could only be grateful that details like smell hadn’t been rendered so vividly.
With each step forward, the frequency of corpses and collapsed remnants grew increasingly dense.
“It seems like it’ll happen soon, doesn’t it?”
Though Rosalind spoke casually, I could clearly sense the tension in her voice.
She understood this was different from any Dungeon we’d cleared before.
“Probably.”
Dante’s voice carried the same weight.
“Could you use your tracking skill again, please?”
At Dante’s request, several people stepped forward once more.
Various skills extended outward in all directions. One of them suddenly lifted their head in alarm.
“I sense it from this very location. Or rather, beneath the ground.”
“What?”
My own voice wavered.
The hunter relaying the situation spoke with equal uncertainty.
“In other words, everyone here is emanating mana similar to So Yi-yoon’s….”
―Of course.
And from somewhere, a deep, resonant voice echoed through the air.
Someone hovered in the empty space above us.
A grotesque form—as if the bodies of myself, Jung Hwan-jae, Hwa-jon, Dante, Rosalind, and countless other rankers had been cut apart and stitched together piece by piece.
It was what So Yi-yoon once was.
The creature opened its mouth, speaking in a voice that seemed to overlap multiple voices at once.
―This is the calamity I created. A place that could be called me itself…. So you’ll be able to sense me everywhere. I am….
But its words never reached completion.
Countless bullets and sharp emerald light tore through its body to shreds.
The Brown Siblings, their expressions twisted in displeasure, spoke up.
“A boss that’s an intelligent being capable of conversation? How irritating.”
“And it even incorporated pieces of us. As if it could replicate us that easily.”
―There is.
As if refuting their words, a chilling sensation swept across the back of my neck.
“Duck down!”
A green shield unfurled in response to my shout, and I felt a powerful impact collide with it.
Embedded in the shield were bullets nearly identical in form to Dante’s, accompanied by dark emerald mana.
A bewildered voice rang out.
“What is this….”
“Does it copy every attack we make?”
Rosalind and Dante wore expressions of shock—this was their first encounter with such a phenomenon.
The Assigned Staff Members stepped forward to generate shields in my stead. I slowly withdrew my power.
Jung Hwan-jae, observing the situation, shook his head.
“I wouldn’t call it copying, exactly.”
“If it had truly replicated Rosalind and Dante’s abilities perfectly, the hastily constructed shield would have shattered.”
The firepower falls short of the originals.
So if I could just eliminate the opponent, I could resolve this situation.
The problem is that with so many of them, there are equally many skills we have to contend with.
“By any chance, can the Staff Members’ holy power also be copied?”
One of the Staff Members, still in spectral form, spoke with a heavy voice.
“I won’t know until we actually try it, but I suspect they can mimic it. After all, it’s impossible for them to perfectly replicate every aspect of our power.”
But there’s nothing I can be certain about.
So Yi-yoon was laughing as if mocking us.
―You think it’s fine to just gather here and do nothing?
And something grotesque unfolded before us.
His body melted like liquid, and he began to multiply.
“Scatter!”
Without time to think, I reflexively moved my body elsewhere.
Lucy, who had shouted from that spot, spread crimson mana in all directions to buy us time.
Immediately after, a massive beam of black light crashed down precisely where Lucy had been standing.
“Lucy!”
Jung Hwan-jae’s voice cut sharply through the air.

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