The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 54

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 054
The debuff ‘Labyrinth’ is being lifted.
The suppressed stats are being activated.
Ambition for growth—the desire to refine oneself, to transcend complacency and forge a better version of myself.
It was an emotion I had never possessed until now. I had never even considered its existence within me.
My life had been constructed from compromise and resignation, from one vast act of conformity. Whenever the urge to advance threatened to surface, it was easier to crush it within my own heart.
Denying the very existence of such feelings had become my own peculiar means of survival.
But the human heart is a fickle thing. The moment conditions arose for improvement, it lifted its head once more.
“Wait…”
I felt Rosalind Brown hesitate, as if sensing the transformation occurring within me. An immense power enveloped me, so vast that it could not be easily approached.
Brilliant light responded to my cry as though answering a desperate scream, devouring Rosalind Brown’s force.
A violent, overwhelming presence radiated outward in all directions, as if such light were nothing at all.
Rosalind Brown, who had been pressing forward so fiercely, recoiled with equal shock, her body moving swiftly to evade.
Of course, Rosalind Brown was far stronger and far more skilled than Siren. Even with her somewhat disheveled expression as she caught her breath, she appeared quite composed from an external standpoint.
My throat felt slightly rough, but such a sensation was insignificant compared to the overwhelming power surging through my body.
I found myself laughing broadly. I could not contain this feeling.
“…Am I at a level where I can actually contend with you now?”
“Your expression is definitely different from before. Should I go a bit more seriously?”
“Yes, please. I’d like to show you everything I can, even if I lose.”
A smile spread across Rosalind Brown’s face. The competitive spirit clearly etched there was almost exhilarating to witness.
I was beginning to understand, at least a little, why strong hunters found joy in frequent combat.
‘Since I’ve made it into the top 50, does that make me one of the strong hunters?’
I couldn’t speak for Rosalind Brown, but the spectacle before my eyes had become far more brilliant than before.
The system window pierced through the dazzling light and filled my entire vision.
The moment I acknowledged that emotion I had been ignoring, it responded as though it had been waiting all along.
It felt as though it were sensing my feelings and pushing my back, urging me forward.
Ambition for growth (A+) desires advancement.
‘Ambition for growth’ activates the awakening of ‘Creative Technique’.
‘Ambition for growth’ activates the awakening of ‘Singing’.
‘Ambition for growth’ activates the awakening of ‘Strength’.
‘Ambition for growth’…
My eyes felt as though they would spin just from reading all the windows appearing before me. Yet my head did not ache.
A whistle escaped from my lips unbidden. An arbitrary, tuneless pitch flowed forth.
A foolish whistle that emerged when I was simply in a good mood—far more pathetic than the one I had blown to Jung Hwan-jae before the Divine Temple.
But its power was more intense than anything I had witnessed before.
Warmth emanated from the in-ear microphone I was wearing. It felt as comforting as holding a feather.
The sanctity of Handler ‘Liri’ is with you.
In that same moment, my body grew lighter and my hearing sharpened.
I had no time to savor that change—I had to arch my body backward as Rosalind Brown’s light narrowly grazed past me. Still, I had no moment to confirm the stat changes.
The sound of wind that had only rumbled before now possessed pitch. Every note of every song I had sung until now became vividly clear, and I could even perceive music in Rosalind Brown’s light.
Rosalind Brown swept back her disheveled hair, and a far more vivid luminescence began to scatter from her body.
The moment I thought that color would be impossible to evade, it engulfed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for pain.
Yet instead, that light was healing the minor wounds scattered across my body. With half-lidded eyes, I looked around to find Rosalind Brown drawing closer, her gaze fixed upon me.
“Do you know why I chose this method—attacking my own allies and then healing them?”
“Is it because it’s more convenient for you?”
“No. It’s because I can traverse the Dungeon alone that way. I despise cooperating with others, and I refuse to share credit.”
The beauty before me certainly possessed a competitive spirit and drive for advancement that surpassed my own.
She seemed the type who found far greater joy in stepping forward to subjugate monsters than in spending time healing others.
Yet it struck me as a genuine shame that no one would ever know how warm and gentle Rosalind Brown’s healing truly was.
Rosalind Brown, her face and body still marked with minor wounds, snapped her fingers once. My injuries vanished in an instant.
She swept her gaze across the surroundings, then lunged toward me.
This time, I was sufficiently prepared.
What had been mere casual kindness on Rosalind Brown’s part became a crucial window for me to regroup.
For reasons I couldn’t explain, I began singing the melody that had been circling in my mind—high notes and complex rhythms I’d never dared attempt before.
Remembering my love from that day when I wanted to flee
The dream of the vanished child
Still turned through seasons and became a star
When the asteroid became my galaxy and your voice became light
The light from that song was blue, unlike the golden radiance that had emanated from my body until now.
Blue musical notes, soothing to the eyes as if overlaying a world of zeros and ones, scattered in rapid succession. Like undulating waves, they gently dismantled Rosalind Brown’s light and surged toward her body.
The speed was faster than before. The notes Rosalind Brown evaded collided with the walls and burst like fireworks, ultimately striking their intended target.
Extracting past records from the Valkyrie Network.
The final memoir of a spirit who wandered seeking a lost lover wishes to transfer its backup data to the rhythmic healer.
“Under different circumstances, I would have applauded such a magnificent song.”
I heard her say it was more splendid than the whistle I’d heard from outside. So I pushed my pitch higher with all my strength.
I felt as though I had become the very universe
Remembering my dream from that day when I wanted to flee
The hands of the child who grew into an adult
Can no longer grasp anything
The rhythmic healer is prepared to inherit the data.
The data responds.
A spear unlike any that had appeared before resonated with me. From somewhere, a voice both sorrowful and lonely overlapped with my own.
A voice that cried out as if asking where what was lost had gone amplified the magnitude of the notes. Simultaneously, sorrow and desperation infused my voice.
I could understand the emotions of the one who sang this song. And all that emotion and knowledge became my strength.
Thousands of notes clustered together swelled to a size that soon dominated the space—as if someone’s sorrow had accumulated and overflowed.
That which commanded the space pressed down upon Rosalind Brown’s body as she unknowingly retreated.
A tremendous fireworks display unfurled before my eyes.
Farewell, my star
Farewell, the quiet death of a star
With the final verse, silence fell.
I waited for my vision to return, then tilted my head slightly to check on Rosalind Brown’s condition.
The sorrow of the one who had sung still lingered unresolved. It wasn’t until several seconds later that I realized tears were welling up and spilling from my eyes.
Accepting someone else’s emotions was far more exhausting than I’d imagined.
Only after grasping the situation to some degree could I see Rosalind Brown sprawled on the ground, her body twitching intermittently.
I approached her side. She was still conscious, but it was clear she could no longer fight.
“Was my song worth hearing?”
A results window glimmered before my eyes, but in this moment, her direct assessment mattered far more than those verified numbers.
Whether my power could truly affect my opponent. Whether I could fulfill my purpose.
After a long pause, Rosalind Brown laughed as if bewildered and opened her mouth.
“Can’t you see for yourself?”
That was enough.
The match between ‘Yeom Ye-ah’ and ‘Rosalind Brown’ has concluded.
Due to ‘Rosalind Brown’s’ incapacitation, ‘Yeom Ye-ah’ is declared the victor.
The surrounding environment crumbled along with the results window.
Only then did my body, having explosively depleted its magical power, begin to overload.
The sudden inheritance of data forced my body to bear suppressed stats beyond its limits—it was clear I’d pushed too hard. My vision spun.
I couldn’t even confirm that I’d returned to the Divine Temple before consciousness slipped away.

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