The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 32

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 032
Besides, you seem like you’d be worth more money than Kim Kyung-hoon anyway.
As Kim Myung-joo winked, dozens of status windows suddenly began appearing around her.
Enhancement successful!
Enhancement successful!
Combination successful!
Combination successful!
Enhancement error!
Re-enhancement attempt successful!
It felt strange seeing someone else’s status window with my own eyes for the first time. As I stared at Kim Myung-joo in bewilderment, she responded with a smirk.
“Trust is the lifeblood of any transaction. That’s why when I use my crafting skills immediately, I show the customer every single step of the creation process right before their eyes.”
“That’s a skill too?”
“Yeah, it’s my exclusive skill. But that doesn’t mean everyone can craft with it.”
Of course not. Just like not everyone can heal just by singing.
Without lifting a finger, something began transforming before my eyes. Objects shifted and swirled, the world spinning dizzily around me.
Threads that stretched like tangled yarn soon wrapped around my body. Just as musical notes enveloped those I healed, Jung Hwan-jae, who had been standing guard beside me, took a step back and continued watching.
“They say skills always find their true master. Equipment will do the same—it will find its rightful owner.”
“Are you giving me equipment as a gift? But I haven’t even received my first paycheck yet….”
“Don’t worry about it. There’s a chaebol right next to you who’d do anything for you.”
There was only one person that sentence could refer to. Jung Hwan-jae.
He nodded solemnly without any intention of denying it.
Soon the threads began taking shape, as if they’d found their owner. Without thinking, I extended both hands, and they curled into place above my palms as if they’d found their rightful spot.
I felt the same gentle pulsing I’d experienced when I first held Liri’s Holy Relic. The pulsing gradually slowed, and then the object revealed its true form.
“This is….”
“Unexpected. Since you said you need to sing to heal, I naturally thought something like a microphone would appear.”
Even Kim Myung-joo, who had actually created the equipment, stood with her arms crossed, looking somewhat puzzled.
Jung Hwan-jae wore the same expression as he examined what lay in my hands. Mine probably matched theirs.
Resting in my palms was a pair of rings. The delicately crafted rings were set with mysteriously cut gemstones.
Jung Hwan-jae leaned forward, gazing intently at the rings.
“There are two rings, not just one.”
“Are they a couple’s rings? You two could wear them together then. Judging by how that Guild Master is always following you around anyway.”
Kim Myung-joo interjected playfully. At her teasing tone, my expression unconsciously tightened. Not that I cared about such things, but there was someone standing right beside me listening.
I glanced sideways to gauge his reaction. Since his expression remained unchanged, it seemed he wasn’t particularly bothered by it.
Neither I nor Jung Hwan-jae possessed appraisal skills, so we had no choice but to wait for the creator’s explanation. As I blinked with eyes that seemed to be asking for details, she reluctantly continued.
“The currently revealed effects include mana and skill control enhancement, plus a 100% increase in communication with your assigned handler and a 150% boost to stat training speed.”
“Um, so, in other words. With equipment this good, um, how much would….”
“Don’t worry about the price.”
But equipment of this caliber felt like it would be worth a considerable sum just thinking about it. Even cheap equipment easily exceeded the cost of several houses.
Unlike consumable potions, equipment can be repaired and reused when durability wears down, so the upfront cost is much higher.
If I were to purchase these, I’d likely spend an unimaginable amount of money. Since the Guild Master said he’d provide them, it’s not something I should worry about—but no matter how I think about it, I can’t help but worry.
I needed to change the subject. I bit my lip and quickly pulled away.
“W-well then, why a pair? I don’t think the effectiveness doubles just because you wear two.”
“Ah, when a pair of rings is split between two users, if one dies, all these effects transfer to the other wearer.”
‘It’s essentially a will in equipment form. Like saying, “I’m leaving all my remaining assets to you.”‘
These were peculiar items. The effects inside were certainly tailored to me, but I couldn’t quite understand why they took this form.
Perhaps it was because I might die sooner rather than later.
I rolled the ring around in my palm for a moment before bowing my head toward Kim Myung-joo.
In truth, all responsibility for this situation fell on Kim Kyung-hoon, not on the person who crafted the equipment. Yet the fact that she’d given me these items anyway could only be called a kindness.
“You’re going to pay the full price anyway, so why are you thanking me like this? It’s not free.”
“Still. Others have to wait a long time to receive something like this, but I received it like this. I’ll definitely pay the price.”
“Fine, you seem like a good person, so don’t become a Dungeon.”
“Pardon?”
Just as Kim Myung-joo was about to say something, Jung Hwan-jae stepped in front of her. His attitude made clear he wouldn’t let me hear whatever she was about to say.
Or perhaps he felt it was still too early for me to know.
If he thought it wasn’t something I should know, then it probably wasn’t. I wasn’t the type to unnecessarily seek out things I wasn’t permitted to know.
To make clear I had no further interest in learning more, I took a small step backward. At that, Kim Myung-joo shrugged.
“If you’re done here, shall we head out? I have a lot of people with reservations after you, so I can’t spare much more time.”
“Ah, y-yes.”
I bowed politely once more and moved toward the door. As I approached it, Jung Hwan-jae began to follow me out.
On the way out, I slipped one of the rings onto my finger. I thought it might be loose, but the moment I fully inserted it, the size adjusted perfectly as if by magic.
He seemed to assume it was natural as he reached his hand toward empty space to open a portal. Just as a sickle shape was about to materialize, Kim Myung-joo’s voice called out.
“This time, don’t open a spatial rift—just use the regular door to leave. Oh, and don’t worry about the payment; I’ll bill Hanttae directly. One last thing: stop overprotecting the healer. She’s stronger than you think.”
“Understood, Guild Master. Let’s exit through the door together.”
“…Yes.”
From behind, I heard her leisurely voice: perhaps there would come a day when she’d need your help.
Before I could even turn to confirm, the door closed behind me. I heard Jung Hwan-jae let out a heavy sigh.
“I apologize. If we can’t impose proper punishment on Kim Kyung-hoon, I wanted to at least hold someone accountable, but it seems I’ve just wasted your time.”
“How is this a waste of time? This is something you couldn’t get even if you offered an astronomical sum.”
“Still. Kim Kyung-hoon is free now, and you could still end up in a dangerous situation because of this….”
He stopped mid-sentence.
It was probably because I’d slipped one of the rings onto his index finger. I’d thought it might not fit him since it was perfectly sized for my left index finger, but this time too, the ring adjusted to fit his finger perfectly.
Jung Hwan-jae looked utterly flustered, his eyes darting about. Standing there speechless and quietly studying me was, honestly, just a little bit endearing.
I laughed softly.
“If something happens to me and the buffs I have need to transfer to someone, it should naturally be the Guild Master.”
“No, but…. For something to happen to you….”
“I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t. Besides, I have to give one of the rings to someone anyway. And choosing who is my decision. If you don’t like it, you can throw it away or give it to someone else. Just make sure whoever receives it is an ally strong enough to deserve such benefits.”
“No, I’m planning to take it with me to my grave.”
This answer came immediately. It was another affirmation—that he would accept the ring.
Jung Hwan-jae gently caressed the ring on his finger with his other hand, then carefully reached for my hand and held it.
Two hands wearing matching rings touched softly. Even I, who usually startled at others’ touch, found this careful contact strangely not unpleasant.
“You know it’s better not to visit the tomb, right?”
“Ah, of course.”
We held our hands together as if measuring their size, then I gently threaded my fingers through the gaps and interlaced them.

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