The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 56

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 056
“Senior, my Vocal Ability is B, but my Creative Technique is A+.”
“What?”
As I blurted out the words as if possessed, bewilderment flickered across his face. Surprise bloomed there before he could even comprehend what I’d said.
After that, I had to spend considerable time explaining my stat window, what happened during my battle with Rosalind Brown, and the nature of my growth desire.
My explanation wasn’t well-organized and I stumbled over my words several times, but he waited patiently without rushing me.
“So it seems your body couldn’t withstand the stats running rampant. As your physical and mana stats gradually adapt, the other special stats should rise safely as well.”
“How much longer will it take?”
“Well, it depends on how much effort Ye-ah puts in.”
It was a clichéd response, but I knew it held truth.
Jung Hwan-jae wore a composed expression as he said he would actively cooperate to properly raise my stats.
Honestly, it was good for him too. If my stats rose significantly and I became an excellent healer, perhaps I could solve whatever problem he was suffering from.
Even if I resolved his problem, he would likely cling tenaciously to Hanttae while rotating through other teams.
Unaware that I was scheming such slander, he wore a worried expression.
“Ah, Ye-ah, you were shedding tears earlier. Were you in pain?”
“Oh, that.”
I’d forgotten about it.
This was the first time I’d heard that I’d reached a condition to accept data, and it was also the first time the emotions of the one singing had transferred to me like this.
I had received information about who that person was and why they sang that song a few times before.
Back then, I thought I could understand emotions to some degree through text alone. And I’d done my best to sing with feeling.
But the sensation of ‘data’ transferring and conveying that person’s state of mind was beyond imagination. It felt exactly like a fuse had blown in my head and someone else had entered my body.
“This isn’t a common occurrence, is it…?”
“No, it’s not common, but it’s not unheard of either. There are several hunters who receive awakener data from other dimensions and operate with it.”
“But my emotions seem unable to easily withstand it.”
“It’s probably a mana issue.”
Normally, data transfer means information from the Valkyrie Network is conveyed, and the data itself is a form of mana.
My mana should respond to the incoming mana by mixing vibrantly or resisting, but since I’d just had a debuff lifted, that wasn’t possible.
The debuff had already disappeared, but I clenched my fist wanting to punch it if I found it again, then released it.
Through the window, something like outer space was visible, making it impossible to gauge time easily.
“Does that mean I have to stay here tomorrow as well?”
“Well, you’ll need to remain, but since all battles with the healers are finished, once my battle on the sixth day ends, the ranking will be determined automatically. If there’s no difference in skill between me and Ye-ah, you’ll have to battle me as well.”
“So I’m stuck here for two days without any battles.”
He suddenly fell silent as if thinking of something.
His eyes rolled slowly as if gauging my reaction, and they looked like they were hiding some secret. Without realizing it, I tensed and goosebumps prickled across my skin.
He grasped my hand reassuringly and met my eyes.
“Ye-ah was actually unconscious all day.”
“What?”
“…Today is the evening of the fifth day.”

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“Ye-ah.”
“I’m fine.”
Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook had both gone home. Rosalind Brown had waited for me to wake up, but eventually Jung Hwan-jae drove her away.
The only ones remaining here now were Dante, who had to fight on the sixth day, Jung Hwan-jae, and myself.
I’d intended to carefully study Jung Hwan-jae’s fifth-day combat and Dante’s fighting style, but I couldn’t even see them with my own eyes, let alone learn anything.
The joy I’d felt from my improved stats crumbled in an instant.
Jung Hwan-jae tried his best to cheer me up by reading my mood, but this was the kind of thing that no amount of effort could fix.
I sighed and sat blankly in the Break Room when someone opened the door and entered.
“Ah, hello.”
“So you’re both here.”
In truth, there was only one person who could walk in at a moment like this. Dante.
Tomorrow he would face Jung Hwan-jae again to compete for the number one ranking, and seeing him soured my mood further.
Dante’s fighting style was surely information Jung Hwan-jae already possessed, and the fact that I alone remained ignorant of what everyone else knew stung deeply.
“I heard you collapsed after your battle with Rosalind Brown, so I came by earlier to visit, but Jung Hwan wouldn’t let me in.”
“Ye-ah needed stability at that time. There was no reason for unnecessary contact with others, and especially not with you.”
“I have no intention of doing anything harmful to this person right now, so please don’t be so hostile.”
Jung Hwan-jae responded with an instantly hardened demeanor. Until moments before, his tone had been soft and melting with concern for me, but now he sounded genuinely angry.
I couldn’t fathom what he was so upset about. Was it that my name had become known?
Or was he simply being cautious because the battle with Dante was imminent?
What puzzled me most was that I felt nothing wrong with my body at the moment.
After greeting him awkwardly, I found myself with nothing to say and fell silent, when Dante let out a calm laugh.
“I watched your battle with Rosalind Brown well.”
“Ah, yes…”
His earlier words—that he’d wanted me to definitely face off against Rosalind Brown—suddenly came back to me.
He called her family, yet he measured my combat ability against his own sister-in-arms. I couldn’t quite understand what kind of person he was.
A different kind of discomfort rose up—completely distinct from the hostility Jung Hwan-jae was displaying. I furrowed my brow and spoke.
“But why did you want me to fight Rosalind Brown? It didn’t feel like encouragement.”
“It was encouragement.”
“Really?”
When I asked firmly, he showed a slightly different attitude for the first time. His expression suggested he hadn’t expected me to respond this way—a hint of bewilderment.
I didn’t particularly have affection for Rosalind Brown.
But from our conversation, I’d learned that her life in the Guild with Dante wasn’t pleasant, and I didn’t feel she’d approached me with any particular warmth or gentleness.
Above all, our Guild Master was wary of him. He had never shown this kind of hostility toward an innocent person until now.
I managed my expression carefully and waited, when Dante’s lips moved.
“Come to Nikero.”
“No, I won’t.”
When I refused firmly, I saw him flinch. His expression suggested this was the first time he’d been rejected without even being heard out.
Even Jung Hwan-jae seemed slightly taken aback.
Had he completely forgotten that I said I would stay with Hanttae no matter what? I’d meant it sincerely.
I hadn’t realized that stating my refusal directly in front of Dante meant I’d already crossed that line. But what could I do now that it was done?
Part of me hoped that by saying this, he’d stop asking me to come to Nikero. But Dante quickly composed himself and spoke again.
“If the conditions are insufficient, we can negotiate. And I’m not asking only Yeom Ye-ah to come over.”
“I’m sorry…?”
“I’d like to bring all the hunters of Hanttae, including Jung Hwan, to Nikero—Hanttae itself. If you wish, I can ensure that Hanttae retains its name within Nike.”
‘What is he talking about? Is he suggesting an acquisition or merger? Or does he want us to become a subsidiary? A branch company?’
I mustered every scrap of business knowledge I possessed while stealing a glance at Jung Hwan-jae’s expression.
But he remained remarkably composed, as though he’d heard proposals like this countless times before.
Dante’s gaze had already shifted from me to Jung Hwan-jae. As I hesitated, waiting, he finally spoke.
“I must decline. The hunters of Hanttae are not people I can simply move around as I please.”
“It wouldn’t be a bad proposition. Hanttae could advance further than it does now.”
Jung Hwan-jae cut him off with a firm refusal and looked directly at me.
“I cannot stand by and watch the hunters who chose me fall under someone else’s command against their will.”

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