The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 9

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 009
“Pardon?”
He spoke to me without any particular greeting, his tone as matter-of-fact as it had been this morning.
For a moment, it felt so natural that I wondered if we’d been talking all along. I blinked and hurriedly glanced around.
No matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t bring him back to my place.
“Wait, wait just a moment, please!”
I hurriedly changed clothes and threw my coat over my arm before rushing out of the house. It wasn’t a long time, but the rustling sounds must have been grating—yet he waited calmly without saying a word.
He’s a Ranker. So he couldn’t possibly appear in front of crowds. Then somewhere people wouldn’t go, where only the two of us could be.
I slipped between the construction sites that had been abandoned after a construction company went bankrupt years ago.
“This is a construction site that Myeongwoong Construction started but never finished. Is there any way you could pinpoint your location and move? That would be a bit much, wouldn’t it?”
-It’s not impossible, but wouldn’t that be a violation of privacy?
“Since I’m allowing it, how about we call it a personal information review? Are you planning to monitor my location one by one from now on?”
-…No.
“Then it’s fine!”
Having lived here my whole life, explaining the location was incredibly difficult.
He still seemed uncomfortable about casually accessing my personal information, so he hesitated before saying he understood and hung up the phone.
Feeling the cold wind pierce through my body, I wrapped my coat around myself and waited. Just as before, a black fissure appeared before my eyes. Jung Hwan-jae’s face emerged from that gap.
“Ah.”
“Oh, ah, hello. You came quickly!”
“Yes, since I’m not using any particular means of transportation….”
He made eye contact with me, then turned his head away as if embarrassed about something. I briefly reviewed whether I was wearing something shameful, but found nothing unusual.
Jung Hwan-jae naturally stepped over the threshold and stood before me.
“Shall we enter the Dungeon then?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Just a moment.”
It was spoken as naturally as asking what I’d eaten for breakfast. Because of that, I answered foolishly as well.
I thought we were going for training, but now we’re entering a Dungeon like this? It’s like making someone who can’t even walk enter a marathon.
He gave a short “ah” in response and straightened his posture.
“Yeom Ye-ah’s abilities have fundamental problems. I’ve also checked the healing skills available in the Valkyrie Network, but at your current low proficiency level, it’s difficult to achieve meaningful results outside of a Dungeon.”
“Ah, that’s….”
“I don’t know exactly which skill you searched for and used, but do you happen to possess a specialized skill higher than your own stats?”
I had no reason to think about it.
The various skills I actually used were at a level that would make people outside pass out from hearing them.
The skill itself was low-tier, my proficiency was pathetic, and even if you could call it synergy, I had terrible singing ability on top of it all.
“Couldn’t you at least tell me which Dungeon we’re entering? It’s a safe place for me, right?”
‘Isn’t this a violation of the employment contract from the start? There was no clause about entering a dangerous Dungeon from the beginning and potentially risking my life.’
Whether he read my thoughts or not, he shrugged.
“It’s a D-Rank Dungeon under Hanttae. There’s a potion material that only comes from that Dungeon, so it’s being used as one of the Guild’s secondary income sources. The difficulty itself is laughable.”
“Ah, then….”
“Let’s move this way. I could bring a car, but this method can get us there in mere seconds.”
He gestured toward the still-open subspace and waved his hand casually.
I nodded with a solemn expression, but he wore an even more serious look than I did.
While I wondered if I shouldn’t enter the subspace, he carefully extended his hand toward me, palm open and eyes level with mine as he bent at the waist.
“Would it be alright if I held your hand? Only I can navigate this space, and you could easily get lost if we’re not careful.”
“Oh… yes!”
I was filled with questions about where this place was and whether it was safe, but I knew this wasn’t the right time or relationship for such inquiries, so I asked nothing.
He waited with almost excessive courtesy.
“If holding hands is uncomfortable, I could carry you, or we could maintain contact another way, or I could bring the car instead…”
Before he could finish, I grasped his hand. His body temperature felt slightly warmer than mine.
I didn’t have time to worry about such details. I wanted to become a useful Hunter as quickly as possible.
His eyes widened for just a moment before he pulled me into the subspace, as if being sucked into a vortex.
“I can’t see anything.”
“Anyone with less than A+ Mana Stats can’t see anything here. We’ll enter the Dungeon immediately by connecting this door to a Gate.”
“Is that possible?”
“When certain conditions are met.”
He spoke matter-of-factly while gripping my hand firmly, then kicked off the ground. My body floated weightlessly, and in the distance, I could see what looked like a black hole—a Gate.
The moment I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut, my feet touched solid ground and the scent of grass struck my nose sharply.
“We’ve arrived.”
Before my eyes stretched a vast Grassland, and all around, fabric scraps rippled and fluttered. They moved about without any body, swaying as they walked.
Formless Cloth Scraps (D)
“They’re monsters you can kill with just light attacks. Their attacks are simple too—they sharpen the fabric and slash with it.”
“Ah, I think I’ve seen something about this on a variety show while channel surfing.”
It was about these becoming monsters out of resentment because no one wore them.
I think I saw something similar on a paranormal variety show.
Jung Hwan-jae nodded lightly and began walking with long strides. He stopped roughly in the middle of the Grassland and turned back to face me.
The monsters all stared at him at once. As if sensing the overwhelming difference in power, they hesitated and flailed about without rushing forward. So even monsters have survival instincts.
“Don’t move from there. Those creatures won’t leave their territory beyond a certain distance, and with your current strength, Yeom Ye-ah, you wouldn’t even be able to wound them.”
“Mm…”
He suddenly began removing his coat and accessories.
They were definitely all equipment.
I suppressed the urge to run over and pick them up, waiting for him to speak instead. Meddling carelessly could cost me my life. At the end of the silence, his voice came.
“Right now, I’m not receiving any buffs from any equipment. And all these monsters will be targeting me.”
“Ah, is that so?”
“And until at least one of your Stats increases, I have no intention of counterattacking these monsters.”
I swallowed back the words rising to my throat: Are you insane?
I know who he is. Jung Hwan-jae—or rather, the Hunter ranked first under the name Reaper.
He’s not someone who would be hurt by attacks from monsters in such a low-Rank Dungeon. This is just showmanship to give me some kind of resolve.
But even knowing all that, as dozens and hundreds of cloth scraps engulfed him until his form disappeared from sight, my heart began to race.
“Guild Master!”
“….”
“Jung Hwan-jae!”
Intentional or not, he offered no response. Save for the occasional rustling of the pile of clothes, I couldn’t even tell if he existed at all.
Right now, he was under continuous assault. I couldn’t say whether ordinary people all shared this trait, but I was someone who couldn’t turn away from a stranger drowning in trouble, no matter how many times I’d seen it before.
Even if that was exactly what he intended.
I had to sing. That much was clear. But not a single melody came to mind—what was I supposed to do?
‘Random Music Box.’
I couldn’t explain why it occurred to me in this moment. Yet suddenly, the random box I’d received as a reward came crashing into my thoughts like a hammer. As if screaming that now was the only time I could use it.
Use Random Music Box (S ~ D)? Remaining Quantity (2)
The moment I selected one use, a box effect materialized before my eyes, trembling wildly as if possessed.
What had appeared to be an ordinary box froze abruptly, then burst apart in an instant.
Beacon of Hope X Point (D)
‘…It must mean something entirely different.’

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