The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 50

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 050
“I’ll handle it myself!”
“Pardon?”
The words tumbled from my lips reflexively, a visceral response that bypassed rational thought entirely.
Everyone, including Dante, couldn’t suppress the flicker of shock across their faces. He straightened his expression, gazed forward, then bowed slightly to meet my eyes.
In the past, when I’d encountered difficult customers, my boss would tell me to endure it, so I’d grit my teeth and comply. But my current employer didn’t seem like the type to ask me to hold back in a situation like this.
Just moments ago, the moment I heard those words, my employer had lunged forward, and I’d had to physically restrain him.
He could have easily brushed me aside, but he understood my subtle signal and quietly stepped back.
“We’re still uncertain whether we can even fight that person, and I don’t want to speak with someone who says such things the moment we meet.”
“No, I….”
“And please stop calling people’s names so carelessly! It’s all out in the open anyway, so what does it matter.”
Rank 1 behind me, Rank 2 in front of me. The sheer pressure radiating from them was utterly overwhelming. I was drawing on every last ounce of strength just to stand.
Honestly, my legs wanted to shake, but I managed to endure by barely averting my gaze.
‘If only Liri were here.’
If Liri were here, she would have done anything to ease my suffering. The pressure was suffocating.
Those nearby probably sensed it. Those farther away likely thought a Hunter without an established rank was holding up far better than expected.
If I collapsed from the strain in this situation, it would be a complete disaster.
I grabbed Jung Hwan-jae’s arm and creaked to my feet, trying to leave.
“Well then, Hunter Dante, I’ll excuse myself now.”
“….”
I willingly accepted his astonished expression, his barely suppressed laughter, his bewildered gaze—all of it—with my entire being.
Jung Hwan-jae, perhaps deciding to follow my seemingly reckless action, moved forward without resistance.
Only once I’d walked far enough to escape everyone’s sight could I turn around.
“Ye-ah, regarding your name being suddenly revealed, I should formally lodge a protest with Nike….”
“…Honestly, I’m regretting it.”
As the tension drained away, my strength followed. If Jung Hwan-jae hadn’t been supporting me, I would have collapsed ungracefully right there.
Jung Hwan-jae had likely revealed his aura to protect me, but for a Hunter as weak as I am, even that was overwhelming.
I hadn’t realized it until now, but beads of sweat were forming on my forehead. Jung Hwan-jae, gently supporting me, blinked as if noticing.
“You were quite tense back there. But you did well, Ye-ah.”
“I’m sorry. The truth is, I saw some posts early yesterday morning about Hunter Dante keeping your senior in check, and without realizing it, I got irritated.”
Perhaps I’d vented my frustration on an innocent person.
Just revealing my name and suddenly being told to fight the supposedly strongest healing-type Hunter was reason enough for my anger, but my mood remained sour regardless.
I exhaled deeply and pushed myself upright.
Normally, I would have stepped back and observed the situation.
When I whistled earlier, and even now, something strange stirred within me—an unfamiliar courage. I didn’t need this.
Jung Hwan-jae, still seated, looked up at my face.
“You did the right thing. You don’t need to apologize to me. If you hadn’t stepped in, I would have certainly fought Dante and incurred a penalty.”
“No, but still….”
“Rather than that.”
He raised his hand to silence me without needing to say more, then fell into contemplative silence.
Now that I thought about it, the moment the battle ended, everything came rushing at me all at once, so I never got to praise or marvel at his combat in the slightest.
It would have been nice to say I learned something from watching his battle.
With that thought, I belatedly opened my mouth, but he spoke first.
A voice I couldn’t have imagined—strained, embarrassed.
“I… how was it?”

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Jung Hwan-jae was regretting it now.
There were so many other impressive things he could have said, so how had he managed to pick something like “how was it?” from among them all.
Conscious that Yeom Ye-ah was watching him, his concentration had wavered slightly. He’d wanted to project a more impressive image.
So he’d deliberately slowed his movements and executed unnecessary actions. It looked cooler that way from the outside.
The hunter right in front of him had become invisible to his eyes.
‘Really? That was so cool. Senior, you usually finish much faster, right? You dragged it out because of me, didn’t you? But still, being number one really is something else!’
Recalling Yeom Ye-ah’s face once more as she looked at him with those beautiful green eyes, giving a thumbs up and making a fuss, he felt his face might burst.
From her perspective, it was definitely the highest praise, and there was no falsehood in it.
The fact that she’d caught him deliberately doing that was essentially adding one dark chapter to his history.
He exhaled. The person in front of him was ranked 12th among hunters, if he recalled correctly.
“Last time I finished at 18th, so I never got to face Jung Hwan hunter.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Yes! I’ll lose anyway, so please don’t hold back—come at me with everything!”
The middle-aged man laughed cheerfully, delighted that the bracket had been arranged this way, allowing him to fight Jung Hwan-jae.
In this world, just having a record of fighting him was a career achievement in itself.
Being matched against the number one ranker in a ranking tournament meant you had at least that level of skill.
And if you could endure against him for more than twenty seconds in pure combat time, you’d receive considerable recognition.
Regardless of his intentions, Rensi’s market value would have skyrocketed.
‘But from now on, show me your real power!’
As if there were no distance between them, Ye-ah had grasped his hand with both of hers before entering here and said it spiritedly.
Every time Yeom Ye-ah nodded her head vigorously, her short bob swayed gently. She was his exclusive healer.
His person.
He clearly remembered how people’s expressions changed when he whistled just before, applying buffs omnidirectionally.
And Dante was included in that as well. He would definitely covet Yeom Ye-ah.
He didn’t speak meaningless words.
Telling Yeom Ye-ah to fight Rosalind Brown was tantamount to a declaration: “I’m watching you.”
‘That won’t do.’
He lifted his head.
The hunter in front of him was charging forward with knuckles equipped.
As if responding to the heavy mana and aura, cracks spread across the floor and intermittent tremors began.
It was a vibration that would have thrown most people off balance, but for Jung Hwan-jae, a slight shift in his center of gravity was enough.
There was no need to lift his body like before, change position, or even move at all.
His eyes blazed crimson.
The middle-aged Hunter was renowned for being someone whom few could match in strength and agility. But that was by the standards of ordinary Hunters.
“I warn you—cover your ears.”
In truth, a system window floated before his eyes.
For quite some time now, I had been able to cast skills without incantation logs.
Aside from serious injuries, Dungeons, information from others, or Lucy’s messages, it had been quite a while since I last saw a system window.
That action resumed precisely when Yeom Ye-ah sang to me just before entering this place.
It was identical to an ordinary buff window, but the contents inscribed were likely different from what others saw.
‘Tone-Deaf Healer’s’ voice accompanies you.
‘Tone-Deaf Healer’ transmits her data to ‘Grim Reaper of the Underworld and Knowledge’.
Will you consume the data? (Disappears after one use)
Because Yeom Ye-ah sang that song solely for Jung Hwan-jae, a special buff applied only to him.
It was like a buff that Supporters or Healers could use as a one-time barrier when applying their skills.
But the specifics of it operated on an entirely different dimension from ordinary buffs.
The one lunging at Jung Hwan-jae’s words faltered in an instant.
Before his hand could reach his ear, Jung Hwan-jae activated the buff.
With a sharp sound that seemed to tear the air itself, a fierce emerald light spread outward.
It wrapped tightly around the opponent rushing toward him, as if shielding Jung Hwan-jae.
Just as Yeom Ye-ah had blocked my path with her small frame.
Exposed to that piercing noise, the attacker lost consciousness.
The emerald light wavered and slowly dispersed. But before vanishing entirely, it gently brushed against Hwan-jae’s cheek.
It was warm, like the touch of a whistle’s breath.
Staring at the victory window, Jung Hwan-jae thought vaguely.
Yeom Ye-ah is someone I cannot yield to anyone.

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