The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 92

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 092
“What is the Jade Restoration Pill?”
“Well, it’s a spiritual elixir that my staff member’s family possessed…”
“…”
Everyone in the room could read my expression and understand the situation perfectly.
They all knew I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
I don’t read martial arts novels at all.
Which means I know nothing about spiritual elixirs, foundation pills, great restoration pills, or any of that stuff.
“So you’re saying it’s a pill that makes your body condition incredibly good and raises your stats?”
“…More or less.”
After spending about thirty minutes trying his best to explain what a spiritual elixir was to me, Hwa-jon nodded in resignation.
I know my limits well. Even if he spent more time and effort on me, I wouldn’t improve beyond this point.
“But suddenly asking this person to craft one? This person is a healer.”
Sung Ji-wook opened his mouth toward Kim Myung-joo, apparently thinking the somewhat failed martial arts lecture had ended.
“It seems like all you need to cast skills is wind.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
I’m the one who has to sing off-key, yet this man next to me can cast skills with just wind.
I suddenly feel the irrationality of the world anew.
[Liri: Isn’t singing easier than creating wind? There are many dungeons where oxygen doesn’t even exist!]
[Liri: Plus, wind as a criterion isn’t even easy to establish in the first place.]
There’s a person right in front of me who doesn’t give me a chance to feel discouraged.
“It’s your nature that you can’t harm anyone inside a dungeon. There’s a limit to treating people from outside anyway, since you’re a healer.”
I thought it was just casual talk, but it was a remark that pierced the essence of the matter.
In reality, healers could only work actively inside dungeons. That’s where humans, including hunters, sustain the most injuries.
So no matter how much I want to save people, I can’t do it without entering a dungeon.
“Hwa-jon, you want to save people, right?”
“To be precise, it’s not that I want to save people—it’s that I want to preserve life and not harm it. Humans aren’t really that special.”
I seriously wondered if a halo was shining from Hwa-jon’s body at that moment.
I do want to help others and not harm them if possible, but I’m not noble enough to express such sentiments so freely in front of others.
It’s not something I could say unless I’d been thinking that way all along.
‘How could someone like that be friends with Kim Kyung-hoon?’
They might have just been high school classmates who awakened on the same day, but even that connection was surprising.
I stared blankly at him for a moment, then turned my head away.
Kim Kyung-hoon, who would kill without a second thought about someone’s existence or value if they got in the way of his goals, and Hwa-jon, who willingly gives up his place even to strangers he’s meeting for the first time.
The two of them seemed to exist at opposite poles.
“That’s why. I don’t like being unable to help when it actually matters inside a dungeon. Crafting is a powerful tool that lets my influence reach places where I’m not present.”
Kim Myung-joo laughed and waved her hand.
Then, as if it had been waiting, a waterfall of water suddenly poured down over our heads.
“I told you before, right? I can only use my skills on opponents who are soaked with water.”
I opened my mouth in protest while coughing and barely managing to clear my burning nose.
“But you should have warned me beforehand. I told you I’d need to hold my breath or something….”
“Ah, that’s right. I forgot because so much time has passed.”
Kim Myung-joo laughed, saying she’d been forgetful lately with so much work piling up.
Before I could protest further, dozens of windows I’d glimpsed scattered around suddenly materialized all at once.
Enhancement successful!
Combination successful!
Combination successful!
Combination formula error!
Searching for combination formula for recombination!
Recombination successful!
Enhancement successful!
Insufficient combination materials!
I found myself mesmerized by those messages when Kim Myung-joo’s gaze shifted toward Hwa-jon.
He appeared to be reading each message with grave, penetrating eyes.
It was curious, certainly, but even seeing them all, they were merely messages about enhancement, combination, and crafting—yet something about them seemed to resonate deeply with him.
“How do you acquire materials?”
“Sometimes through merchants or marketplaces, and occasionally I gather them myself when time permits. For rare materials, some vendors add a premium.”
“Yes, purchasing with currency would certainly be faster.”
“There are also cases where I secure crafting slots in exchange for providing rare materials.”
Now the secret between Hanttae and Ya Myung-joo Workshop had finally unraveled.
I’d genuinely been curious about how they had enough slots to readily offer them even to ordinary guild members.
“It’s not as though everything is created with 100% success either.”
“If I know a certain combination formula, then yes, it’s 100%, but the options and effects attached to it vary. Even using the same potion, one person might receive a 2x effect while another gets 2.3x.”
Kim Myung-joo laughed, saying that while boundaries were set, nothing was certain—and that “this uncertainty is what makes true crafting so appealing.”
Finding uncertain probabilities entertaining—crafting truly was a world difficult to comprehend.
“Even if you know the combination formula, the materials might not exist in the modern era.”
He seemed to be recalling something like that jade pill or whatever it was.
He always wore a gentle expression, but it didn’t shine quite like this. It was as though he’d discovered something he truly loved and cared about.
I subtly shifted my body toward Sung Ji-wook’s side. He was wringing water from his thoroughly soaked clothes.
“Isn’t it possible we’ve been neglecting a major figure in the crafting world simply because rare healers are in such demand?”
“Well, the hunter world does have this concept of primary skills and inclinations, so there’s an undeniable compulsion to follow that path.”
But even that compulsion is a choice.
To become a stronger hunter, to enter a good guild and become a skilled ranker—I chose what I was good at over what I wanted to do.
In Hwa-jon’s case, he simply didn’t want to do it, so he abandoned both honor and wealth before going into seclusion.
Watching someone like that discover what they truly wanted to do felt quite gratifying to me.
Kim Myung-joo handed Hwa-jon a thick hardcover book.
“This is a record of discovered combination formulas, and I’ll handle the combinations for you. I was going to make you a weapon, but you seem completely unsuited for combat.”
“Thank you.”
“Finding work you want to do or love while living is itself a blessing. But don’t get too successful or independent—you’ll cut off my income.”
Kim Myung-joo, speaking with playful nonchalance, ushered all three of us out.
I glanced at Hwa-jon as we leisurely made our way out of the workshop. His eyes remained glued to the book.
“Are you going to make that… Jade Restoration Pill?”
“Many of the materials can’t be sourced on Earth, so I’ll substitute what I can and try to gather what’s available in Dungeons.”
“But you don’t go into Dungeons.”
“Sometimes there are things you simply cannot avoid.”
Beneath the gentle words lay an unmistakable resolve.
If it were me, I’d probably just pay the premium price. Besides, I doubt he’d need to go to such lengths—he could probably just ask Jung Hwan-jae and get it done.
“Still, you’ll need to teach me healing skill guides and such.”
“Of course.”
Hwa-jon smiled softly at me, saying that was his priority.
As we walked toward the teleport location, chatting away, Sung Ji-wook suddenly frowned.
He looked like something didn’t make sense to him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Isn’t this supposed to be time spent making equipment for Hwa-jon?”
“Right.”
He pointed to the book in his hand as if there was a gain from it, but Sung Ji-wook’s expression twisted awkwardly.
“Then why did we get drenched?”
Oh.
Now that I think about it.
I stopped abruptly, leaving wet footprints with each step, and stared back at the Ya Myung-joo Workshop, now distant in the background.
“…Right.”
Somehow I got soaked.

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