The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 64

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 064
In the human world, the being known as Lucy gazed intently at the screen before him. Within it, a human woman wrestled with the system.
He rested his chin in his hand, observing her anxious expression—she didn’t even know how to access the chat room.
He deliberated whether to offer immediate assistance or allow his precious contractor to develop through her own efforts.
Beside her, another man tapped the screen repeatedly, instructing her on its use. Lucy listened as he spoke with utmost seriousness: “This is what we call the system window.”
‘I don’t think that’s actually what she was curious about.’
“I wish you wouldn’t look at my contractor with such a displeased expression.”
A chuckling voice came from beside him. Though it sounded like a warning directed at Lucy, the man’s face was nothing but radiant.
A man dressed in an elegant black hanbok settled onto the table.
In other words, the one called Lucy—Jung Hwan-jae’s assigned handler.
This was part of Baldur Corporation. Countless beings sat at their respective stations, looking down upon their own contractors.
“When did I ever look at you with displeasure?”
“Two days ago, you suddenly interfered. You knew as well as I did that you can’t arbitrarily sever the bonds that form between humans.”
“I’m not trying to interfere or make them strangers. I’m aware that good energy flows between them.”
Lucy had no intention of inserting himself into their relationship formation.
To human eyes, it might seem like interference or jealousy, but his true psychology was different.
My contractor, Yeom Ye-ah, is a human who has lived a life of nothing but rejection. When I first contracted with her, reading through her entire existence, I was astounded that such a solitary soul still existed.
I know that suffering beings exist in this world, that loneliness and various hardships are real.
I also know that there is no such thing as “special misfortune.”
Yet despite all that, my contractor could not help but be a “special human.”
‘Lucy, it seems I’m not the kind of hunter who deserves affection. They gave me a healing skill that could turn people’s lives around, but seeing that I can’t do anything with it… I think I lack talent.’
Despite possessing an intensity of light unmatched by anyone else, she spoke with pessimism, her face bearing a smile as though self-deprecation of this degree meant nothing to her.
She criticized herself excessively, yet harbored not a shred of self-pity.
Perhaps in this world, if one were to choose who was cruelest to Yeom Ye-ah, it would be neither reality nor anyone else—but herself.
“Then just wait and see. I’m not defending my contractor out of bias—Jung Hwan-jae truly is a good man.”
“I know.”
Jung Hwan-jae was not the type to regard anyone lightly, contrary to what Lucy worried. Lucy knew this as well.
He was someone capable of standing beside Yeom Ye-ah more steadfastly than anyone else.
But that was only possible if he truly embedded Yeom Ye-ah’s existence that deeply into his own life.
There were far too many around him capable of offering the same devotion that Yeom Ye-ah did.
Since Yeom Ye-ah was my first, she deserved to receive that treatment from others as well.
So I could not hand her over to someone incapable of providing such treatment, someone for whom she would not be first priority.
Cooking for her, rushing to her side in danger—anyone could do such things. I myself would be capable of it once I manifested in physical form.
In fact, I might even be able to stay closer than Jung Hwan-jae.
So unless he could offer something more, I would continue as I was.
If Jung Hwan-jae came to cherish Yeom Ye-ah with genuine depth of feeling, then I would stop this meaningless interference.
After all, Jung Hwan-jae would loom larger in her life than I ever could.
‘He said he would be a teacher and senior.’
A teacher I could become, but nothing else.
The relationship between handler and contractor is fundamentally one-directional.
Contractors believe their hearts are larger, but I can say with certainty that throughout all of history, there has never been a single instance where a contractor cared more for their handler than the handler cared for them.
Lucy’s gaze fell upon Liri.
“Don’t overthink it. After all, we’re not even living beings to begin with….”
“And we can’t pass everything we know on to them either.”
The Valkyrie Network—a repository of all knowledge.
A final bulwark forged by countless souls grinding themselves down to prepare for Ragnarok, that incomprehensible annihilation.
No matter how many times all the contractors I watch over die and are reborn across billions of cycles, it will never disappear.
Ragnarok is the antithesis of creation. Wherever a star is born, somewhere else a star must inevitably die.
As much as is born, so much dies; as much as emerges, so much perishes. Yet recently, the force of destruction has grown far too immense.
The traces of an apocalypse that would obliterate the universe entirely—that is precisely what Ragnarok is.
To maintain balance so that creation might at least outpace destruction, Awakeners were created.
Of course, the Awakeners need not know any of this truth.
“It’s enough that we know. Their beauty lies in living without knowing.”
“You’ve become far wiser than before, perhaps from being sealed away for so long.”
“I was always wise. Everyone simply couldn’t handle me and sealed me away instead.”
Liri laughed as she watched Lucy complain.
Lucy’s irritated expression gradually softened at the sound of Liri’s laughter. Eyes the same color as Jung Hwan-jae’s turned toward her.
Liri’s massive wings unfurled gently. The majestic energy that filled the space made Lucy click her tongue.
“To be honest, I don’t think you’re doing all this purely out of objective affection for your contractors.”
….
“Ah, that’s not to say it’s a bad thing. After all, knowledge is driven forward by absurd romance and emotion.”
Lucy laughed, saying she actually thought it was good.
Then she moved her steps while checking Jung Hwan-jae’s face appearing on a small screen.
After all, handlers are intelligences formed from the condensation of vast emotion and knowledge. To demand the absence of feeling from them would be too cruel.
Lucy’s heart isn’t entirely identical to Liri’s, but she has no idea how tender her feelings are toward her pitiful contractor.
A poor soul who could climb higher than anyone else, yet carries a fatal debuff. But her divine power cannot help him.
The gap in causality and rank is far too vast to resolve all of it.
‘Hwan-jae, everything’s fine, but don’t burden Ye-ah too much. There are far too many eyes watching.’
Jung Hwan-jae lived as though his fate itself meant nothing, with an air of detachment.
Strangely, those who had given up much seemed to receive greater power in compensation, and statistically, their handlers often became the contractor’s first friend or family. Greater strength to those with less left to lose.
Though no one had decreed it, most thought this way. Lucy and Liri had once been such Awakeners themselves.
‘I don’t care about watching eyes. As long as this person thinks I’m fine.’
And her contractor—not a shred of cuteness about him. Lucy let out an exaggerated sigh.
He shouldn’t have the luxury to act so carelessly like this, yet her shameless contractor was carrying on with confidence.
A rival whose very name would make one tense is now watching the path you’re taking with eyes wide open—should I tell him that?
But if I said such things, he would surely protest vehemently that his feelings toward Yeom Ye-ah were completely different from something so vulgar or shameless.
‘Anyway, one way or another, my precious Awakener has absolutely no cute points whatsoever.’
These days, the one beside me hasn’t made a single request, as if the person next to him is replenishing his mana.
Usually right after the ranking battle ended, he’d immediately ask for replenishment. He’s changed, truly changed.
Usually I’d nag them to fill it right after ranked matches ended. But things have changed, they’ve changed.
I heaved a sigh when Jung Hwan-jae’s message came through.
[But someone’s watching.]
‘So it did bother you after all?’
He’d pretended otherwise.
Lucy chuckled softly, mimicking a courteous tone as he sent his reply.
[There is. You’re still nowhere near matching someone as magnificent as that.]

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