The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 58

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 058
Dante Brown reflexively sensed it—the man hurtling toward him had grown incomparably stronger than he was last year.
Though never officially proclaimed, people conventionally referred to Hanttae as Nike’s rival guild.
Since awakening at nineteen, no one had challenged the name beside his own, nor the honor beside Nike’s.
The man before him had climbed to this position without any such intention, yet here he stood as if to prove something.
‘I hold no attachment to the guild.’
Nike was bound to Dante Brown’s name, and Dante Brown to Nike’s, yet this organization held little warmth for him.
‘But my hunger for power and talent yields to no one.’
Bang!
As I pulled the trigger, a white bullet streaked forth in a perfect line toward Jung Hwan.
My faithful power—it would never cease unless it struck the target’s body.
The source that allowed Dante Brown to survive Ragnarok.
A system window gleamed for the first time in ages. This was not Earth, but a world adjacent to the network—to harness its power required managing countless system windows.
Raw strength unfiltered through the Staff Organization.
Receiving data from the Valkyrie Network.
Turning Dynamite (S) effect amplified.
Brilliant wings erupted from the bullet.
Propelled skyward, the bullet immediately streaked toward Jung Hwan’s left eye.
Dante, awakened in Ragnarok, was naturally among the world’s oldest hunters.
The moment a skill was cast, he could discern whether the attack would land—it was second nature.
And this assault was several times more powerful than before, more relentless than the desperate strike he’d hurled with his life on the line in Ragnarok.
Yet he knew it would not graze a single hair on his body.
“….”
Jung Hwan’s eye didn’t waver as he swung his arm toward the incoming bullet.
To swing a scythe against someone’s power fired at incomprehensible speed, aimed precisely at the eye—it was a situation ordinary people couldn’t fathom.
No, an average person would call it foolishly hastening their own demise.
But Jung Hwan’s scythe was different.
The scythe clearly rested elsewhere, yet the residual traces that had just cleaved the empty air left crimson marks as if radiating blade energy.
Jung Hwan stood motionless in place, but the lingering blade marks horizontally severed the bullet. The fierce projectile scattered into dust.
“That’s unfortunate. That was quite a full-power attack.”
“I also gave it quite my all.”
“What was that just now?”
“This scythe, you see—it’s not solid.”
Jung Hwan’s explanation was remarkably plain. But when Dante showed confusion, Jung Hwan elaborated further.
His handler, who possessed sanctity close to death, willingly channeled power to him, allowing him to wield weapons through mana.
But mana itself had no physical form—this scythe was merely a shape created for ease of operation.
If I desired, I could emit mana anywhere, in any direction.
“Your gun has a fixed form, doesn’t it?”
“After Ragnarok ended, my handler gave it to me, saying it could be shaped into whatever form I desired most.”
“Most people become bound by the form once a weapon materializes.”
He wasn’t trying to provoke me. If I took those words to heart, I could surely feel a sense of accomplishment as a hunter too.
But something felt strange. Standing before this man, anxiety crept in.
Hanttae is dangerous. I’ve been gradually pulling hunters from that place, but instead of weakening, its influence only grew stronger.
After hearing that Rosalind Brown wanted to enter Hanttae and had made contact with them, my unease deepened.
I don’t rely on Nike, but I know that if you remove Nike from the equation of a man named Dante Brown, things could never be the same as before.
‘What’s the difference between Nike and Hanttae? Why do people choose Hanttae?’
What power does this man possess that allows him to enchant people so easily?
All of it irritated me.
Dante lifted his body into the air. His hair fluttered lightly.
The moment Jung Hwan felt himself dropping below my line of sight, I summoned dozens of guns and unleashed a barrage upon him.
White bullets, each bearing their own wings, surged toward Jung Hwan.
As if determined to sever his very breath.
Warning! Attacks targeting the opponent’s life are prohibited.
Baldur is strange. It detects human malice and murderous intent as easily as lies.
Jung Hwan’s eyes widened slightly before his body twisted in an instant.
A crimson light flickered menacingly before his eyes, deflecting the bullets.
But I couldn’t evade hundreds of bullets fired in succession. Even with the title of Rank 2, before Jung Hwan appeared, I had confidently held the position of Rank 1.
Bullets grazed his cheek and shoulder, and one embedded itself in his side before vanishing.
Blood streamed down.
“My bullets are crafted from holiness itself. Not from my mana. So when they reach their target or are destroyed, they disappear.”
“I see.”
Jung Hwan showed no sign of pain as he wrapped his wound.
From his fingertips, a green light bubbled forth. Green—that wasn’t his.
Yes, the other hunter who had irritated Dante. Yeom Ye-ah.
Using the hunter alias “Yeom” alone couldn’t possibly hide her identity. With just the information that she worked at the Hunter Convenience Store, finding the manager wasn’t difficult.
And there were countless ways to break the oath contract that bound her.
I didn’t know why my insides twisted. A healer whose skill caused those nearby to collapse unconscious was hardly useful in dungeons.
‘But something bothered me.’
Rejecting Nikero’s recruitment outright wasn’t the issue, nor was decisively defeating Rosalind Brown.
But his skill was sending warning signals.
People thought he was a hunter who wielded guns, but his actual class was different.
When looking at Yeom Ye-ah’s face, a different system window appeared before my eyes.
‘Chosen One of Holiness’ enters a higher realm of ‘Tone-Deaf Healer’.
It might have been a miracle born from pity for Dante, the youngest survivor of Ragnarok who had to live a tragic fate.
My handler’s holiness allowed me to glimpse the power of another’s ‘handler’.
Because my innate stats surpassed others, I merely appeared as a combat-type hunter. That’s why the hunters at Nike had no choice but to be strong.
I had no interest in people’s character or their way of life.
I only needed to know their potential and power.
The gaze of the one who watches over ‘Tone-Deaf Healer’ reaches you.
Your handler, ‘Source of Knowledge’, smiles toward you.
An intense sensation struck my entire body like a shockwave.
Impact, and a surge of mana unlike anything I’d ever felt before. A terror as if all the knowledge of the network flowed from that being’s hands.
It was an atmosphere I’d never sensed even from the Judge Beyond Life, Jung Hwan’s handler.
Yet the woman before my eyes seemed completely unaware of it.
She was perhaps a head or two shorter than me, her green eyes gleaming as she gazed at Dante.
And the fatal wound I’d inflicted—she’d healed it instantly. That healing buff must have been her gift to Jung Hwan.
‘It’s dangerous if we don’t bring her.’
But Jung Hwan hadn’t chosen Yeom Ye-ah based on her potential. His eyes held no trace of calculation whatsoever.
It was probably some other emotion instead.
I didn’t like that.
If I wanted to monopolize Yeom Ye-ah, I could simply come to Nikero. Yet Jung Hwan never did anything according to my wishes.
Perhaps that’s why I was provoked now.
“You’re right. I may indeed be trapped by form. But polishing a single power thoroughly is also a method, rather than researching diverse forms.”
“Yes, I have no intention of saying you’re wrong. I probably can’t execute skills as precisely as you do, Dante.”
“But depending on who wins and loses here, someone will be right and someone will be wrong.”
Dozens of guns had already vanished, and dangerous flames erupted from the beautifully and intricately carved barrel.
Not bullets, but thousands of characters wreathed in fire—they flew toward my scythe.
I hurled my scythe into the air.

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