The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 59

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 059
Dante’s eyes narrowed slightly as he failed to grasp my true intent.
I had certainly attacked with the intention of destroying the weapon. But releasing it from my own hands—wasn’t that recklessly foolish?
The thought crossed my mind that I wasn’t the type to underestimate him so carelessly, and in that same instant, the scythe scattered into the air before my eyes.
As if I’d flung enormous grains of sand into the void, everything around me became stained with black light.
In that space, Jung Hwan’s crimson eyes blazed.
The bullets he fired were completely dissolved by the grains of light he’d created.
The black light elegantly consumed the letters. The radiance that fed on and devoured information seemed to shimmer as it read its next target.
‘The light….’
Though I knew this wasn’t the time for it, my gaze was stolen away.
It was a dim yet fantastical light.
In that gap, the crimson eyes blazed fantastically, and a burning pain surged upward from my abdomen.
I seemed to have suffered severe internal injuries. Dante coughed up blood and clutched his stomach.
Though there was no external bleeding, a crimson aura rippled across the wound as if it were burning.
It was steadily gnawing away at something within my body.
A soft voice reached me from directly behind.
“My handler doesn’t care for those who wag their tongues. However, I’m not particularly averse to conversation.”
“Ha, conversation is a bit… violent, isn’t it.”
“Since you aimed for my eyes. Even if your organs were damaged, they’ll be repaired soon enough. I didn’t touch your heart or lungs.”
At the same time, the light that had obscured my vision gathered all at once and reformed into shape.
It wasn’t the scythe I normally used, but a gun modeled after Dante’s.
The dark barrel and dark-red feathers couldn’t be called his own.
“If I do something like this, people might compare Dante and me again, but I’m not in a very good mood about it.”
“Your current attitude, the name Reaper… it suits you quite well.”
Was this provocation really enough to anger me to this extent? Curiosity and bewilderment, and despite my desire to avoid it, a faint fear that rose unbidden in my heart.
A metallic click sounded.
My eyes, which had glanced backward, fell to my own abdomen, which still seemed to burn.
The wound on my abdomen, which was devouring mana and vitality, now rippled with a green light I’d never seen before.
It was warm, and it seemed like a whistle that soothed my very spirit.
That was my last thought.
‘You were alone, so I came to tell you to hang in there.’
I recalled the face of the woman who would be standing alone in that vast Lobby, desperately waiting for Jung Hwan.
Jung Hwan’s final words—words she could never hear no matter how intently she listened—brushed against my ears.
“I’m feeling a bit jealous.”
A gunshot rang out.
The confrontation between ‘Jung Hwan’ and ‘Dante’ comes to an end.
‘Dante’ has been rendered unable to continue fighting, so ‘Jung Hwan’ is declared the victor.

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I won.
“I won!”
I cried out with all my strength before I could stop myself.
When the bullets struck Jung Hwan-jae’s body and blood sprayed, I clapped my hand over my mouth without thinking.
I heard the two of them speaking, but I understood only half of it, and the other half slipped away because I was too anxious about when and where the next attack might come. Almost nothing remained in my memory.
This battle was far beyond anything I could comprehend or learn from.
It felt like the longest rally I’d ever witnessed. Though the actual time consumed was surely much shorter.
When the gun fired, instead of the bullet piercing through Dante’s head, flames erupted so fiercely they stung my eyes.
What happened after that, I couldn’t tell.
“Ye-ah.”
At the sound of Jung Hwan-jae’s voice from a distance, I snapped my head up.
Every time he slept, I’d secretly cast healing spells on him, and before he went in, I’d infused him with my mana, yet his wounds hadn’t fully healed.
It spoke volumes about how fierce the battle had been.
I rushed frantically toward the door through which he emerged.
“I’ve been waiting long—”
“Let me see!”
Before he could even greet me or respond, I seized his hands.
He, so much taller than me, looked bewildered as both his wrists were held fast.
Everything else was a mess, but the bullet wound at his waist had struck perfectly true, leaving it almost unhealed.
I moved my hands to his side and placed them there, closing my eyes. A whistle escaped between my lips.
It was an ancient lullaby and nursery rhyme I’d learned long ago.
“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt that much—”
It was completely different from what I’d done days before.
This was the first time I’d used this skill since the battle with Rosalind Brown, and from my hands poured forth a brilliantly vivid, deep emerald light.
The pitch I heard in my own ears was far more precise.
The light that had been confined to the wound instantly enveloped Jung Hwan-jae’s entire body, then spread to cover me as well.
Every wound that had wrapped around his body vanished in mere seconds.
“Ye-ah.”
“Just a moment, Senior.”
I felt something strange emanating from his body.
Things I’d never been able to sense before became vividly clear—I could see them.
The flow of mana, how it tangled chaotically, the way it leaked outward.
Jung Hwan-jae’s mana was completely depleted.
Normally, when a person’s mana leaks outward, it automatically replenishes over time.
But he was hemorrhaging mana like a bottomless vessel, draining away without cessation.
‘Everyone has some unspeakable debuff. Oh no, I just said debuff out loud.’
‘…It seems intentional.’
‘In any case.’
I recalled Lucy’s words about replenishing Jung Hwan-jae’s mana.
I couldn’t say for certain, but without Lucy’s support, his mana seemed to pour downward uncontrollably.
Yet this place was beyond the reach of any Handler’s power, which meant he was expending everything he had. Naturally, the devastation was severe enough to expose the bare ground.
The cold sweat beading on the nape of his neck wasn’t from pain.
I closed my eyes again and activated the search function.
The search keyword was ‘mana transfer’.
The Valkyrie Algorithm responds to your detailed search request.
Search results: ‘1 match found’.
I began singing the song that appeared in the results.
An incomprehensible language flowed from my lips, and the sound of a harp resonated around me.
As I released a slow melody in low, gentle tones, mana streamed from my hands and filled his parched soul.
Jung Hwan-jae inhaled sharply, caught off guard.
I didn’t have the ability to control the volume.
‘Creative Technique’ activates.
‘Growth Desire’ increases the activation speed of ‘Creative Technique’ by 1.5x.
Where there had been only the harp, a beautiful flute melody now wove through, layered with chorus.
The sensation of pouring a waterfall into a narrow vessel gradually refined itself, and my mana transferred with increasing precision to exactly where it needed to go.
His depleted mana reservoir began to fill steadily.
I didn’t need to see it to know. Crimson mana and green mana tangled together.
The crimson mana, which had initially thrashed in resistance, was soothed by the sound waves enveloping it. As if recognizing its true master, it fused seamlessly with my mana.
The song ended and I lifted my head. Beads of sweat dotted my face.
“Um, how is it? Since this is my first time doing this, if anything hurts….”
“As expected, I’m jealous of anyone you share your power with.”
“Yes, yes, wh—?”
Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a tight embrace.
If he applied any more strength, I’d definitely break something. The thought made me unconsciously furrow my brow deeply.
I was already on the shorter side compared to average, so my feet lifted completely off the ground.
Not understanding what he meant by jealousy, I glanced at him sideways.
“No, not the power—you.”
“Yes? Thank you…?”
I stumbled over my response without thinking. Perhaps it was because my stomach fluttered slightly the moment I heard his words.
Now that I thought about it, Dante was definitely sprawled out in there somewhere.
Because Jung Hwan-jae had arrived injured, my attention was stolen, and I’d unconsciously treated Dante as if he didn’t exist.
“Ah, um, Senior! Though it’s a bit late, congratulations on maintaining your rank 1 position.”
“Thank you. It ended rather quickly this year.”
Jung Hwan-jae, who had been suggesting we discuss what events might happen over the next two days, stopped abruptly.
My reaction was probably identical. A window had appeared that completely severed our conversation.
We announce the final opponent for ‘Yeom Ye-ah’.
It is ‘Jung Hwan’.
※ Your registered Hunter name will be displayed to your opponent.
“…Is this for real?”
Due to Baldur Corporation’s circumstances, the final ranking match will commence immediately!
Clinging to Jung Hwan-jae, the scenery before my eyes transformed.

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