The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 60

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 060
Typically, healing-type hunters competed against other healers, attack-type hunters against other attackers, and crafting specialists against their respective categories.
When two hunters possessed comparable abilities, conflicts would increase somewhat, but I suspected most matchups involved buff and healing-focused types rather than pure attackers.
Suddenly pitting me against the world’s strongest attack-type hunter? This made no sense whatsoever.
‘If only I had gone home.’
Because I had lingered here instead of returning home, the higher-ups must have assumed ‘there’s still a candidate left?’ and deliberately shoved Jung Hwan-jae and me into the same space.
I glanced around briefly.
This place resembled Earth as I knew it.
Except it was the City of Ruin—completely devastated. I stared at it blankly.
All the familiar buildings lay in ruins.
A window materialized before my eyes.
Accepting the request of the assigned handler for Awakened ‘Yeom Ye-ah’.
The battle between ‘Yeom Ye-ah’ and ‘Jung Hwan’ will proceed privately.
“Our entire neighborhood has collapsed.”
“That collapsing structure over there appears to be Hanttae.”
Indeed, I could see buildings resembling my own home crumbling in the distance.
While they claimed to have merely created a battle arena, deliberately staging such a scenario was malicious.
And now they wanted me to fight Jung Hwan-jae? This was crueler than anything I had ever heard.
My fight against Rensi seemed trivial by comparison—I was certain I would lose consciousness the moment I uttered those four words telling him to fall.
I twisted my body free from his embrace. The conclusion was obvious.
I should surrender.
“I forfeit.”
“Pardon?”
Jung Hwan-jae was staring at me.
His eyes held no trace of jest—only seriousness, almost desperate, as though he would cause a scene if I refused.
No, no.
No, no, no, no.
I’m the one who should forfeit. What are you even saying right now?
When I made it clear with my entire body that this nonsense wouldn’t work, he deflated suddenly and rushed to continue.
“Ye-ah, you might think this situation is a mistake or bad luck, but it absolutely isn’t. Baldur is precise.”
“So you’re saying I’m supposed to fight my senior based on skill? All I’ve ever done is sing and make people faint—that’s it.”
“….”
“And now I can’t even do that anymore.”
What could they possibly have seen to place me in such a position?
They must have made a mistake. I shook my head firmly and summoned the surrender button.
He grabbed my wrist.
His grip held no strength, as though he feared it might shatter if he squeezed too hard, yet somehow I couldn’t shake free.
When I turned my head in confusion, he shook his head vigorously.
“I have a debuff—mana constantly drains from my body without rest.”
“What?”
“My body seems unable to generate mana on its own. That’s why Lucy has been replenishing my mana all this time. No healing or buff skill has ever been able to resolve this.”
What kind of ridiculous debuff is that?
The predicament I’d been carrying suddenly felt trivial by comparison.
Mine was something I could overcome simply by shifting my mindset from “it won’t work” to “it will work,” but what Jung Hwan-jae was suffering from seemed hopeless.
As I wore a complicated expression, he continued speaking.
“But from the moment I first saw you, and even now—whenever I hear your song, the drain on my mana stops.”
“…So that’s why you hired me as your exclusive healer?”
“Yes.”
‘I’m… actually pretty cool, aren’t I?’
I couldn’t believe it.
Two years ago, I was knocking people unconscious with my singing while organizing inventory at a Convenience Store, and now I’m a ranked healer who’s the only one capable of treating the number one ranker?
Even thinking about it again, it’s impressive.
I suppressed the corners of my mouth from twitching and looked at him. This wasn’t the moment to be pleased with myself in a situation like this.
I pulled my hand away from the surrender button and turned my body to face Jung Hwan-jae.
“I can’t defeat you, nor should I. Ye-ah. Without you, I can’t do anything.”
“I appreciate that… but that’s not a reason for me to win. Honestly, even if all my stats maxed out to their absolute limit right now, I still couldn’t beat you.”
“How can you be sure of that?”
“If I had entered here with the Dante hunter you defeated, I would’ve been turned to mush without a chance to speak!”
As I burst out in anger, I felt Jung Hwan-jae flinch. I hadn’t meant to get angry, but my voice had risen.
I had defeated Rosalind Brown because she was also a healer.
Just from how I’d discussed the Staff member at that gathering, I was stronger than I realized. There was reason enough to test myself against someone in a similar role.
But I would lose to Dante.
That’s why I hated Jung Hwan-jae surrendering. I didn’t want to claim victory this way against an opponent I couldn’t even defeat.
And above all else, Jung Hwan-jae—simply as the number one ranker—was too cool.
But he had already summoned the surrender button.
“However, I don’t like it when you surrender, Ye-ah.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
“…You like me?”
He stared directly into my eyes. He seemed to want to show that he wasn’t joking.
The moment he said he liked me, I almost misunderstood. I shook my head frantically.
He’d only said he liked me, not that he loved me, yet my heart was pounding—which meant either I had far too little romantic experience, or there was simply too magnificent a person standing right in front of me.
Ah, right. The horrific scenery here must have weakened my resolve.
To avoid reading too much into his words, I clenched my fists as hard as I could and let out an angry sound.
“Then don’t scratch the pride of someone you like!”
What am I even saying?
“Huh?”
“You’re basically saying you’ll surrender because I can’t win anyway!”
That couldn’t be it. Jung Hwan-jae wasn’t the type to offer such shallow pity.
“So let’s do this fair and square—a proper duel!”
Yeom Ye-ah had lost her mind.
Jung Hwan-jae’s eyes widened at the words that tumbled from my lips. It was rare for him to express emotion so openly, aside from crying.
This was my only chance to take back what I’d said. So why couldn’t I bring myself to speak?
Was my pride wounded beyond reason? Did I truly want to face him head-on in a fair contest?
No. This wasn’t some shallow emotion like that.
“A match?”
“I don’t want to defeat you. I don’t even believe I can win! I want to be your equal. I hate feeling helpless—unable to attack, unable to fight back.”
“It’s not pity. I’ve never encountered a hunter like you before.”
“I know. That’s why I’m asking you—as one hunter to another, please let me be your exclusive healer!”
I bowed deeply toward him.
I couldn’t back down unless he allowed me to surrender.
I could feel his bewilderment. Then silence stretched between us, followed by the sound of him drawing a breath.
“Understood.”
“Yes!”
We put our heads together and established the rules. We would step apart, count to three, and act simultaneously.
We added a strict rule: anyone who moved before three would have to transfer to Nikero.
We could only perform one action, and the match would end immediately. Whoever looked defeated first would concede, regardless of whether anyone was actually knocked unconscious.
We positioned ourselves at a proper distance and faced each other. His expression was quite resolute.
Mine was no different.
“No matter how this turns out, you’ll keep me as your exclusive healer, won’t you?”
“Yes, absolutely. Even if I have to beg and cling to you to make it happen.”
I saw a faint smile bloom across his face.
Jung Hwan-jae and I began counting simultaneously.
“One.”
“One.”
A crimson light ignited from Jung Hwan-jae’s hand, while emerald radiance blazed from my feet.
With my brief humming, the light flickered more intensely. I counted the next number while maintaining the pitch.
“Two.”
“Two.”
He stared at me intently, as if concentrating. I met his gaze without flinching and slowly adjusted my breathing.
I absolutely could not be late.
Precisely on three. My mind raced. Jung Hwan-jae raised his hand while I unclenched my fist and then—
“Three!”
“Three.”
We pressed the surrender button simultaneously.
Jung Hwan-jae froze in shock at my action. Then he laughed and continued speaking.
“Someone actually fighting me wouldn’t have a surrender button ready. Besides, you emphasized ‘action,’ not ‘attack.’ You’re clever, aren’t you?”
“Ye-ah, I… how did you even figure that out…?”
The match between Yeom Ye-ah and Jung Hwan concludes.
Due to simultaneous surrender by both parties, the result is declared a draw.
Watching the massive window materialize before me, I broke into a genuine smile for the first time in ages.
“Because I love it!”
The official ranking match battle has concluded.
For the first time, a joint rank 1 position has been established!
Rank 1: Yeom Ye-ah, Jung Hwan

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