The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 94

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 094
Lucy chuckled.
Even as the handlers of Rank 1 and Rank 3 found themselves forced to manifest in human form, his expression remained utterly serene, as though there was nothing to be flustered about.
Rather, he seemed puzzled—why would someone with his confidence be afraid to this degree?
“Are they very strong?”
“Can’t you tell by looking? Yeah, they’re strong. I think you two would’ve been in real trouble if you hadn’t shown up.”
The sudden appearance of an S-Rank Dungeon was already shaking us, and now Lucy was saying he’d nearly been in danger too.
If those two hadn’t come flying in, Japan would have suffered catastrophic damage.
Jung Hwan spun the scythe in his hand once, then turned his gaze toward the Oni approaching me. Its eyes rolled without whites, streaming endless silver tears.
“Something about it…”
“It looks like it’s suffering.”
Dante’s remark perfectly reflected Jung Hwan-jae’s sentiment, and he fired his gun directly at its eyes.
The bullet struck true, and the Oni’s scream pierced through the air in all directions.
The other hunters nearby writhed in agony, clutching their ears. Blood streamed from their ears.
The cry was so powerful it rang like a bell in our heads—less a sound than an assault that burrowed directly into the human spirit itself.
“Jung Hwan, are you alright?”
“Yes.”
This was nothing compared to Yeom Ye-ah’s song when I first met her.
Besides, as the reward for Rank 1, I’d also gained immunity to all mental attacks.
Yeom Ye-ah (1)
I heard rumors from outside that the dungeon’s condition isn’t good. Are you okay?
The gate is apparently unstable
Rosalind Brown (6)
Ye-ah! I’ve missed you! There are unnecessarily strong people going in there, so don’t worry. Won’t you come visit the United States? I’ll give you the best tour ever
Yeom Ye-ah (1)
I appreciate the thought… but I don’t have time to go right now. Let’s make it happen once I’ve dealt with some things here
Had I told her directly, she would’ve asked with a dejected expression whether her singing was really that severe.
Jung Hwan-jae stared at the chat window appearing before his eyes and gave a bitter smile.
Ye-ah was someone who always switched to offline mode because she found so many messages burdensome. The fact that she was sending messages like this directly meant she was genuinely worried about me.
But his typing speed was quite slow.
Ranker chat was manageable, but actually putting his hands on a keyboard was truly hopeless.
Of course, in a situation where combat was unfolding like this, I couldn’t respond. There’s a saying that no news is good news, but that doesn’t apply right now.
Dante (3)
Actually, the difficulty inside is higher than what was measured from outside. But it’s still manageable
I’ve decided to borrow the power of divine energy for once 🙂
Yeom Ye-ah (1)
If you’re using divine
energy, isn’t that a really dangerous situation?
Dante (3)
Less dangerous, more like just encountering a slightly strong opponent?
Oni shrieked again, an ear-splitting wail that suggested it felt disrespected.
But this time, the hunters didn’t fall so easily. Those under attack had simultaneously reinforced their mental barriers with protective buffs.
“This one certainly enjoys being the center of attention.”
“It was probably always like that.”
The staff members of the two rankers observed Oni with composed expressions. Dante remained unaffected despite having no mental defense activated whatsoever.
I was aware that the sound was loud and grotesque. But it couldn’t exert any greater influence on me than that.
“The fact that there are dozens more creatures like this behind it is rather troubling.”
The hunters present here were the elite among Japan’s hunters.
Had they been even slightly lower-ranked, they wouldn’t merely suffer from the sound—they’d be bleeding from every orifice, their corpses scattered across the ground.
This was what S-Rank Dungeons were always like. That’s precisely why I hadn’t wanted to bring Yeom Ye-ah here.
“If the monster attacked with sound like this, it might have been better to bring Yeom Ye-ah instead.”
But Dante, who seemed to see right through my thoughts, had to say something like that at precisely this moment.
Judged coldly, he was right.
Among everyone I’d ever encountered, Yeom Ye-ah was unquestionably the finest at wielding sound.
Though she seemed to distrust her own abilities, Yeom Ye-ah was the strongest—not just among hunters, but among monsters as well.
Had she been standing before them, she could have suppressed the situation without difficulty.
‘But I don’t really want to bring her to dangerous places.’
There was no lie in what I’d said. While we conquered the dungeon, someone needed to remain in their original position so the people could rest easy.
Though the first and third-ranked hunters were conquering the dungeon, the joint first-ranked hunter was steadfastly protecting this land, so it would be fine.
Korea has Hanttae, after all. So it should be alright.
Instilling such psychology was more important than one might think.
“Wouldn’t it have been better if you’d stayed in Korea and sent Yeom Ye-ah here instead?”
“Please stop scratching at my nerves with accurate observations.”
He doesn’t give me time to think. Time to think.
“If you’ve got time to bicker over trivial matters like this, why don’t we just cut that thing down?”
Lucy, who had been enjoying the spectacle until moments ago, suddenly adopted a solemn expression and grasped his scythe as my terrifying gaze turned toward him.
The scythe already emanated an oppressive aura, but the moment Lucy’s hand touched it, blood-red flames began radiating a sinister intent.
It wasn’t merely magical power—it was an overwhelming, towering inferno that conveyed the absolute will to drag the opponent to the afterlife.
Sensing the overwhelming sanctity, Oni’s footsteps faltered.
Nia stepped forward among the humans constructing their defensive formation and called out.
“Humans, fall back to either side.”
Her voice was gentle, yet carried a majestic grandeur that seized the heart.
A voice that promised certain victory in this battle if one stood with her.
“The path ahead is long. Conserve your strength. I shall stand with you.”
Just by observing the golden light hovering around her, one could tell she was not human, but a Staff Member.
As they withdrew slightly, numerous Staff Members manifested in various forms and began sharing their sanctity.
Watching this unfold, I charged forward.
“Clear the path.”
Dante, observing my retreating figure as I made demands that sounded like natural orders, exhaled and smiled.
That man denies it, but he’s far more self-righteous than I am.
Nia returned and grasped the gun that Dante held, their hands overlapping.
“The future and my power shall stand together at the end of your barrel.”
The Goddess of Victory bestowed divinity upon the gun’s muzzle.
The epithet of the already-famous Staff Member, and Dante’s very existence itself.
Nia—no, Nike’s power concentrated at the bullet’s tip, and with the gunshot, a golden light erupted forth.
It pierced through the Oni’s body before me. Jung Hwan-jae surged forward without hesitation.
Thud!
Watching the massive body crumple lifelessly before my eyes, I used that corpse as a springboard to launch myself into the air.
A crimson aura like a blade flickered in my vision. Lucy, who had risen into the air alongside me, gripped my shoulder.
“The power of the underworld and unspeakable things shall stand together in your hands.”
With a whispered voice, Lucy’s black robe unfurled dramatically.
In an instant, the sky darkened, then blazed red like the sunset of the afterlife.
Boom, boom, boom.
From somewhere, the sound of an enormous drum echoed. Then a long procession of tall figures dressed in mourning garments appeared like a phantom.
I swung the scythe horizontally, severing the flow of something surging from behind the Oni.
A massive crimson blade extended and flew forth.
Its power was strong enough to split everything before it. And that was not all.
The Goddess of Victory spoke.
“Advance and strike.”
The accumulated mana of the ‘Healing Soprano’ adds its strength.
The divinity of the Source of Knowledge answers the will of its precious contractor and adds its strength.
To reiterate, as far as Jung Hwan-jae knew, there existed no being capable of defeating Yeom Ye-ah when it came to wielding ‘sound’.
Green light enveloped the blade, and from somewhere, the high notes of various instruments rang out in unison with a sharp cry, overwhelming everything.
Nia laughed.
“Victory shall stand with you.”

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