The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 55

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 055
Mana or whatever it was seemed to boil and churn throughout my entire body.
I was beginning to wonder if my mind and body would collapse entirely at this rate.
My mind seemed to be present, but my body wouldn’t respond at all—I felt like I was floundering in a swamp.
Just as I wished someone would pull me out, a status window that seemed to dominate my consciousness became ‘perceptible’ to me.
Since I’m currently unconscious, it’s strange to say I saw this.
The Awakened One’s body is insufficient for the sudden increase in stats.
The Awakened One’s body is insufficient for the sudden increase in stats.
The Awakened One’s body is insufficient for the sudden increase in stats.
The window rose rapidly beyond my closed eyes.
Even as my consciousness faded, the window remained perceptible—a sudden realization struck me that these were beings of a higher dimension.
It was a truly strange sensation.
Sensation gradually returned from my fingertips. Perhaps this is what a computer feels like when it’s forced to reboot.
To regulate the body’s overload, the Handler’s divinity takes effect.
Strength (A) Agility (A+) Mana (S)
Once the Awakened One’s body can accept the stat data, the regulatory divinity will automatically be removed.
Handler.
I had wanted to see her so badly, and the thought that Liri was still watching over me made my heart suddenly settle.
And the moment I saw that system window, the heat that had been pressing down on my entire body seemed to drain away through my fingertips.
At the same time, the mana that had been churning inside me gradually seemed to find its proper place.
‘Thank you, Liri. I really miss you right now.’
When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes, I realized I was lying in the Dormitory.
The scene unfolded exactly like a line from a novel—a stranger greeting an unfamiliar ceiling.
I remembered the moment I passed out, but nothing after that came to mind.
My body felt heavy, and my senses felt strange. I wanted to check my stat window and find out how the rankings had changed, but my body was heavy as if I’d caught a severe cold.
I was barely blinking when someone’s hand touched my cheek.
“Ah….”
“Are you alright?”
A voice that seemed to be carefully suppressing emotion. Without a doubt, it was Jung Hwan-jae’s voice.
The thought that I’d caused him worry again made my head throb even more. I had wanted to win brilliantly and return, showing off to him triumphantly.
I had managed to awaken somehow, but the scene afterward wasn’t as impressive as I had planned.
My vision gradually widened.
At first, I couldn’t even distinguish the color of the ceiling properly, but now I could see Jung Hwan-jae beside me, caressing my cheek and hand.
“Senior….”
My voice came out hoarse. I couldn’t believe my voice could become this ruined just from not speaking for about a day.
He responded to my voice by grasping the hand he’d been stroking. I gently squeezed his hand back.
Anyone watching would think I’d been dancing with death just moments ago. But I had simply overexerted myself and passed out.
And it was an absurd development at that—my body, which had been under the debuff, was now finally regaining consciousness and returning to its proper state, but my physical form couldn’t withstand it, causing an overload.
Thinking it over in my head, I felt anew just how ridiculous the situation was.
“Are you in a lot of pain? Should I call someone?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
His actions alone were already excessive—what was he thinking, calling someone over? I tried to stop him, but my eyes widened without my realizing it.
His eyes were swollen and puffy, their whites completely bloodshot from how much he’d been crying.
He was handsome enough that even tears suited him beautifully, but seeing his face in such a state felt strange to me.
I’d always known he was the tender-hearted type who shed tears instantly whenever I found myself in danger.
But to cry until his face became this ruined—I hadn’t expected that.
Apparently, I was wearing a vacant expression, because he lowered his head toward me.
“Ye-ah, can you hear me? If speaking is too difficult, you can just blink to respond.”
“No, I’m just tired. Sunbae, have you been crying? It looks like more than usual.”
“….”
A flash of realization crossed his face. He clearly hadn’t wanted me to notice that he’d been crying.
Yet his face was in complete disarray—hardly subtle.
I despise my own body and desperately try to hide it when I can, but seeing Jung Hwan-jae’s face crumple into tears again made me think I needed to try harder.
I felt strength gradually returning to my body, so I propped myself up on my elbows.
“What happened?”
“I went out to greet you after the match to see the results, and you were completely unconscious on the ground. There were tears in your eyes, so I thought you were in considerable pain. Ah, Rosalind Brown had also collapsed unconscious nearby.”
As he explained the situation in detail, he slipped his hand beneath my waist to help me sit up.
Only then did I realize where I was.
This wasn’t the room where I’d rested for the past few days—it was something like a medical ward.
The only difference was that instead of doctors or nurses, there were machines bustling about.
I assumed this must be some kind of hospital facility within Baldur.
“Is Rosalind Brown alright?”
“She only lost consciousness briefly from the attack, so she woke up quickly. She said she wanted to see you once you recovered. She seemed delighted.”
‘She doesn’t want to fight again, does she?’
I reflexively looked around, but fortunately, there was no one here but me.
“Where is this place?”
“It’s something like an infirmary inside Baldur. You collapsed because you suddenly expended too much mana…. Not much time has passed, so there’s no need to worry.”
Since I’d experienced the thrill of combat alongside Rosalind Brown, I can’t claim complete innocence, but if she were to suggest fighting again in private, I’d firmly decline.
There would be no safety mechanisms from Baldur in a place like that—anything could happen.
Besides, there was no guarantee I’d win next time.
I frowned slightly without meaning to, and Jung Hwan-jae carefully met my eyes before suddenly offering an apology.
“I’m sorry.”
“What? What are you apologizing for? I don’t want to hear anything about how you should have watched more carefully.”
That place was somewhere only Rosalind Brown and I could enter—no matter how much Jung Hwan-jae wanted to join, he could only wait there.
He’d carved out time from his own schedule to help me become a better hunter, and honestly, I didn’t think he could have done any better.
Jung Hwan-jae hesitated, then shook his head. As if what he wanted to say wasn’t that.
“The truth is, when you were competing in the ranking match against Rosalind Brown, I secretly thought you would lose.”
“Ah, I thought so too….”
“After I chose you and asked you to work with me, for me to doubt my own exclusive healer—you have every right to be angry with me.”
He said something strange.
If someone had asked me to bet on who would win between Yeom Ye-ah, a fledgling hunter barely a year past her awakening, and Rosalind Brown, who had held the unshakeable position of the world’s number one healer until now, a hundred out of a hundred would have chosen Rosalind Brown.
Yet she apologized to me, saying she was sorry for not believing in me.
If apologies worked that way for everything in the world, there would be no end to them.
Since I myself had never held high expectations for myself either, it didn’t bother me. I reached out and patted her shoulder.
“It’s fine. Besides, from now on you’ll believe in me, won’t you?”
“Yes, no matter what happens, I will prioritize believing your words.”
“That’s reassuring.”
I let out a short laugh.
Only then did she smile back at me, her tear-stained face finally breaking into a grin.
There really is something beautiful about a crying face when it smiles.
As I slowly blinked my eyes, I seized the brief moment of clarity that emerged and opened my stat window.
Even when I’d glimpsed it through my hazy consciousness, it had seemed extraordinary.
My heart began to race of its own accord.
Strength (A)
Agility (A+)
Mana (S)
And below that, the special stats attached to it.
This was what I was most curious about. Had I truly escaped being tone-deaf?
Singing (B)
Creative Technique (A+)
Advancement Drive (A+)

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