The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 190

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 190
“Damn it, what am I supposed to do with these undisciplined bastards?”
Harp’s whip sliced through the empty air.
A monster fell to the ground with a shrill cry.
Gates were opening ceaselessly near the Headquarters.
It had been four days since they entered the dungeon to clear it.
The gates that once opened only near Ragnarok had gradually expanded their range, and now they were beginning to tear open inside the Headquarters itself.
With personnel from the Research Institute now mobilized to respond, we were stretched thin.
“Evacuate all the wounded to the Association Building!”
“Yes!”
“For those still unconscious, use teleportation to transport them to the Association Building. There should be hunters waiting there. Find Hunters Kim A-jin and Kim Hwa-hyun.”
Dragon scales gleamed distinctly across his cheeks.
Golden eyes slowly swept across the situation beyond. Hunters were responding to monsters spreading across the entire area.
―Researcher Harp, can you hear me?
“Go ahead.”
The voice coming through the radio was Dan Myeong-ah’s.
Going near a dungeon with a low rank would require risking one’s life just to get there.
Even after rescuing civilians from the school, he had repeatedly thrown himself into the most dangerous places to save people.
‘Your situation is no different from mine—your handler is as good as dead. We should leave that to the high-rank hunters and defend this position.’
‘No, I have no intention of fighting directly.’
He spouted sophistry about how he would simply rescue people while others blocked the monsters, yet his eyes shone with determination.
Whether it was courage or recklessness, I no longer had grounds to stop him.
―Can you see me from there, by any chance?
“Hold on.”
As Harp concentrated mana toward Dae’s eyes, the field of vision expanded.
And in Harp’s expanded sight, Dan Myeong-ah came into view, carrying a blood-soaked person on his back as he approached the Headquarters.
“Is it a wounded person?”
―Yes, their condition is critical. Could you possibly come out to the front of the Headquarters?
“Of course, I’m heading there now.”
Harp infused strong mana into the whip once more and swung it through the air. The charging monsters were all bisected in unison.
“Excuse me for a moment, I’m counting on you to hold the line here.”
“Got it.”
Leaving Kim Myung-joo behind with her reassuring expression of unwavering trust, Harp dashed toward the front of the Headquarters.
I lost count of how many monsters I dealt with during the run.
Though I couldn’t know what was happening inside the dungeon, the fact that some of the dungeon-clearing personnel had escaped on the second day was far from ordinary.
‘I will participate in combat as well.’
‘Stop spouting nonsense and go to the Association.’
Sung Ji-wook, who had suffered severe injuries and lost consciousness, tried to return to the front lines the moment he regained awareness.
But he took a triple hit of opposition from Sung Mi-ju, Harp, and Hwa-jon, and was forcibly transported to the Association.
Sung Mi-ju received emergency treatment and immediately joined the monster subjugation efforts.
“Researcher Harp.”
“Dan Myeong-ah!”
Now, having endured one more day, I could feel the number of monsters and Gates increasing noticeably.
Harp accepted the wounded from Dan Myeong-ah.
As Harp examined the injured, he glanced at her.
“You’re quite injured yourself.”
“Oh, I’m fine. Getting hurt like this is commonplace when you’re dungeon diving regularly.”
Dan Myeong-ah laughed cheerfully, insisting it was nothing to worry about, and immediately turned away.
At that moment, a monster that had been about to ambush the careless Dan Myeong-ah turned to ash and vanished.
“Watch your rear.”
“You only ever show up when you’re trying to look cool.”
“…That’s a misunderstanding.”
After disposing of the monster, Hwa-jon, looking somewhat flustered, placed a pearl-colored Okwanhdan into Dan Myeong-ah’s hand.
Hwa-jon laughed at her, flustered about how to accept something so precious.
“There’s nothing more precious than a human life. Please take it. Your holy power may be insufficient, but it should help restore some of your strength.”
“…Thank you.”
Finding no further reason to refuse, Dan Myeong-ah nodded.
Suddenly, Harp lifted his head. He distinctly sensed a special power emanating from somewhere.
“Over there, please move the wounded inside. Hwa-jon, I’d appreciate it if you could keep watch from the rear.”
“Yes, where are you going?”
“There’s something I need to check.”
The two didn’t demand further explanation.
There was a solid sense of trust, as if they understood he was leaving this place for a reason.
After confirming that the two had disappeared toward Headquarters with the wounded, Harp began running toward the Ragnarok Gate.
It could be a trick of the mind, or it could be an illusion.
But I definitely saw green mana glimmering from beyond. And I felt it.
The two people using green mana should be inside the Dungeon right now.
‘If my suspicion is correct….’
Doesn’t that mean they’ve just emerged from inside the Dungeon?
Harp increased his speed further.
Since awakening as a Hunter, it was rare for him to be breathing this hard, gasping all the way to his chin.
Countless sights blurred past on either side, and finally, it became visible not through Dae’s eyes, but through his own.
“….”
He came to an abrupt halt.
People were gradually appearing from where the Gate had first emerged.
The ones at the very front were figures he had become increasingly familiar with.
“Ah, Researcher Harp.”
A short-haired woman waving toward him.
Yeom Ye-ah.
And behind her, a large gathering of Hunters. All of them looked battered from fierce combat.
But they were all alive.
I didn’t need to count heads to know it.
The system window materialized before my eyes at that very moment.
We had overcome the Second Calamity on Earth with the “All Survivors” Achievement. Baldur extends its gratitude to all Awakeners for stepping back from the brink of Ragnarok’s crisis.
Baldur will not forget your contributions.
Your deeds shall be recorded in the Valkyrie Network as “Earth’s History.”
They had triumphed, survived, and returned.
They cleared this dungeon as if to prove themselves, becoming heroes of the world.
I had believed in them, hoped they would endure… but…
“This is absolutely ridiculous…”
All survivors.
My eyes blinked stupidly. My lips curved upward involuntarily.
Harp finally abandoned any pretense of composure and laughed.
“You’ve all worked hard.”
Clear time: 3 days, 3 hours. Second Ragnarok concluded.
Dungeon conquest team hunters: all survivors. So Yi-yoon Hunter: officially deceased.
All members of the Dungeon Strategy Team hunters returned alive, and Hunter So Yi-yoon’s official death was confirmed.

Ragnarok had ended.
According to records, all hunters had survived.
So Yi-yoon was dead. More precisely, he had vanished completely—not a trace remained.
No one mourned his death. He was not human, but a calamity.
All hunters were free of external injuries, but mandatory rest was imposed due to exposure to the dungeon environment.
We were no exception.
Everyone had returned alive.
At least, the humans had.
“Ye-ah has arrived.”
“Yes. I thought you’d want to see me around this time today.”
I had emerged in the best condition, so I could move about with relative freedom.
The examination raised no objections, and my mana reserves were in the best state.
The most critical case was Jung Hwan-jae, who was hiding his condition.
Had he not been taking the Okwanhdan that Hwa-jon provided, he might have coughed blood and died afterward.
“This is herbal medicine that Ji-wook asked me to deliver.”
“I… see…”
Upon seeing the herbal medicine, his expression twisted in distaste for a moment.
I smiled, immediately unwrapped a packet, placed it in his hand, and pulled a chair to sit beside his bed.
Watching him drink the herbal medicine as though enduring torture somehow lifted my spirits.
“Dante and Rosalind Brown sent word from the United States.”
“I received their message as well.”
I received it too.
Nike barely avoided dissolution. Those responsible all stepped down from their positions.
Dante maintained his position as Guild Master, though. I hear it’s become practically a lifetime appointment.
Now Dante is a member of Rosalind’s team. Nike prohibited individual activities within the organization.
The news that Nike, which primarily operated solo hunters, has been reorganized into a team system.
And now Dante no longer extends casting offers to those already affiliated with guilds.
‘Nike is constantly recruiting guild members.’
That doesn’t mean the admission standards have lowered. If anything, the constant recruitment might make it even more competitive.
“Still, the fact that such a closed organization is opening its doors represents a significant shift.”
“Indeed. Dante said he’s mentally prepared for both himself and Nike to reclaim their positions in next year’s Ranking Tournament.”
Jung Hwan-jae and I laughed without either of us needing to speak first.
“How’s your body?”
“Much better. They said I can be discharged after this weekend.”
“That’s a relief.”
I shifted my gaze slightly.
On the bedside table lay a single feather and a staff.
Touching that object brought up an identical window.
Currently unable to communicate with Assigned Staff Member.
“I confirmed it today as well.”
“Still no response?”
“…Yes.”
All the hunters returned alive.
But the Assigned Staff Members were not among them.

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