The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 97

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 097
The restart of the colossal Ragnarok—easy to say, but was it truly a laughing matter?
When people spoke of Ragnarok, they meant something from my middle school days. That day when Hunter Dante awakened.
‘People said those who awakened during Ragnarok should be called survivors, not awakened ones.’
The very fact that such a name existed spoke volumes.
Yes, among those caught in Ragnarok, the number of survivors was absurdly small.
“Then you’re saying it’s on a level comparable to Ragnarok?”
“No, to be precise, Ragnarok would be incomparable.”
Dan Myeong-ah’s expression held no trace of intimidation—merely calm candor, as though reciting facts.
Kim A-jin, too, showed no particular surprise.
….
“Everyone develops. Knowledge grows as it always does. Many things, including Baldur, become stronger, and countless new understandings emerge.”
“That’s right.”
Countless new skills had emerged since then, and hunters’ abilities had grown—as had the power of those who faced each dungeon.
In other words, today’s Rank 1 and that era’s Rank 1 were entirely different beings.
Dante, who had held first place back then and now maintained second, was the exception. The so-called first-generation hunters had long since retired.
Which meant I was being told I was a powerhouse beyond all comparison to them.
Honestly, I wasn’t the problem.
“Even as a Rank 1, I’m incomparable to Hunter Jung Hwan.”
“Why bring that up so suddenly?”
“Just a thought.”
I’d simply begun to wonder if Kim Kyung-hoon’s true target might lie elsewhere.
He was a man who pursued strength above all else. For strength, he spared no means or methods.
Sometimes he harmed people.
Perhaps he’d merely kept his own hands clean, but countless lives had surely withered beneath his shadow.
My breath caught.
“I don’t know what you’re worried about, but most things unfold differently than I plan.”
“But that doesn’t mean I stop planning. Correcting a flawed plan and starting from nothing are entirely different matters.”
I’m not particularly a planning-oriented person, but this much I believe in.
The difference between preparing nothing and preparing something—only to have it go awry—is as vast as heaven and earth.
I blinked slowly.
“Honestly, I don’t really want to understand bad people.”
“Neither do I.”
“Same here.”
“But there’s an old saying: know your enemy and know yourself, and you’ll win a hundred battles. Even if I can’t win all hundred, I intend to win eighty.”
I nodded calmly as I spoke, as though making a vow to myself. Dan Myeong-ah and Kim A-jin exchanged puzzled glances before raising their fists toward me.
“Whatever it is, the Hunter Association will help you, Yea.”
“Yes! Even if I can’t go on field assignments anymore, there must be something I can do.”
“To be precise, it’s a promotion.”
“To be precise, I was promoted.”
“I want to enter the Dungeon even if I don’t get promoted.”
I watched Kim A-jin and Dan Myeong-ah bickering back and forth before quietly getting to my feet.
Kim Kyung-hoon, just you wait.
I’m going to become a Dungeon myself.
Me, Jung Hwan-jae, Dante, Sung Mi-ju, Sung Ji-wook, and all these other people are going to become Dungeons.
It was two days later when I heard the news that Jung Hwan-jae and Dante had cleared that Dungeon and emerged.

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[Liri: Is there really a need to run like that?]
‘Yes, I don’t know how many days it’s been since I saw him!’
[Liri: We’ve been talking continuously through chat. Besides, he just got back not long ago, so he probably has a lot to take care of.]
The way Liri was urgently trying to stop me meant there had to be a reason, but my heart was racing too fast for me to think that far ahead.
I knocked a few times without much sincerity and then burst the door open.
What unfolded before my eyes was Jung Hwan-jae in the middle of buttoning up his shirt.
After so long without seeing him, what kind of sight was this? The realization that I’d done something I shouldn’t have made my face flush red.
Without thinking, I stumbled backward as if my legs had given out.
“…I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
He shook his head calmly while fastening the last button. I had knocked, and since he was nearly finished buttoning up, I hadn’t actually seen anything, but I still felt embarrassed.
The pale-toned shirt suited him well too. I paused for a moment to admire how his clothes and face complemented each other before speaking.
“…Did you feel it inside the Dungeon? I kept sending you small amounts of mana throughout my training sessions with Hwa-jon.”
“Yes, I received it well.”
He smiled gently and nodded.
Each time my mana control improved slightly, I watched for his reaction before channeling power through the ring.
Even when I successfully sent mana, there was no notification telling me whether he received it or not, so I could only send it with the hope that it would reach him.
“To be honest, since I’d never even heard of a Fusion Dungeon before, I was very worried that something might happen to you two.”
“If that fact becomes known, there’s a high likelihood it could be misused in various ways.”
I nodded in agreement.
While he was away, I’d wanted to show him what I’d learned, and I was curious whether it had been transmitted safely, so I came running.
No matter what we talked about, the image of his body that I’d glimpsed between the shirt buttons kept coming back to me.
To be clear, I wasn’t thinking about his muscles or his bare body.
It was the scars scattered across his body that caught my attention. I’d heard that because he awakened at such a young age, he’d been injured many times.
But I never expected it to be to that extent.
Though it was natural, since I’d never had the opportunity to see his bare body before.
He looked at my face with a puzzled expression before speaking.
“And don’t worry too much about coming in just now. You can always come to my room suddenly whenever you want.”
“Still, please lock the door when you’re changing clothes or something….”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“It’s my fault for barging in like that.”
As I apologized and lowered my head, he shook his head.
If I had been seriously changing clothes, I would’ve definitely locked the door, and the situation was such that it wouldn’t have mattered if anyone barged in—so I deliberately didn’t secure it.
In other words, it was fine if any guild member saw me changing my shirt.
“And normally, almost no one barges into the Guild Master’s Office. Just the Vice Guild Master, and maybe Yea. Oh, and these days, Hunter Dante too.”
“Ah, yes. I’m glad Hunter Dante returned safely as well.”
“Yes, but there wasn’t any intense combat where anyone got hurt.”
“Bluffing!”
As he spoke so casually, someone cut in and interrupted him.
A small quilted doll-shaped Lucy was flying beside him. He shook his head and hurled his body forcefully at Jung Hwan-jae.
Though it was just a doll crashing into him.
He vented his frustration on Jung Hwan-jae for a while before flying toward me.
“My handler and Dante’s handler both manifested using their divine forms to fight, and look at him bragging in front of Yea.”
He grumbled.
If both entities had appeared, it must have been quite an intense battle.
When I turned to look at him, he wore an embarrassed expression. Lucy seemed to have anticipated this reaction and laughed as if falling backward.
“You ignored the Unknown Male Hunter’s sincerity.”
At the familiar voice coming from right beside me, I found myself turning my head that way without thinking.
A small snowman was shaking its even smaller head back and forth.
“Liri.”
“Yea! I came because I was worried they might think I was envious that those guys manifested.”
I tapped him lightly with my fingertip. Liri laughed as if tickled.
I laughed along with her. Whatever current flowed between them, Lucy and Liri’s divine forms began trading blows.
I watched the snowman and doll fighting for a moment in bewilderment, then quietly moved closer to Jung Hwan-jae.
He looked down at me, his expression mirroring mine as he watched them.
I waved my hand as if to say listen closely, and Jung Hwan-jae tilted his head toward me with a puzzled expression.
While sending mana and chatting, I’d had something on my mind all along.
Even though I’m an exclusive healer.
“Did you perhaps not want to see me?”

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