Lonelythree

[WSA 2025 Entry]

[You have inherited The Class Huntsman Of Death.]
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Deathborne.

A game that I couldn’t stop playing in my free time.  A game that hooked me to the core. A game that I was determined to finish and achieve the true happy ending by hook or crook.

You might be wondering why.

It's because no matter what choices I made, no matter how much I tried, it always ended with a bad ending.

An ending with the protagonist winning at the cost of innumerable sacrifices and being left alone as the last surviving human.

Would you enjoy a movie, novel, or game that ends with only the hero surviving?

Would you like such an ending?

Of course not.

Neither could I.

That's why I tried my hardest and kept trying. Alas, despite all my efforts, I have yet to reach the true happy good ending.

That's why I kept on grinding to achieve a good ending until I got that message.

[Congratulations, player Mr. Per781, for clearing all hidden conditions. You are now eligible to access the hidden route, as deemed by the game developer.] 

[Do you want to proceed?] 

[Yes] [No] 

In the next moment, I felt my soul getting dragged by and my consciousness getting detached from the main body.

Being a hardcore otaku, I knew what was going on. I almost showed a middle finger and screamed, "I will commit suicide in another world if you drag me."

Just then hand emerged from the screen and pulled me into the monitor leaving the room empty which resonated with my last words.

"FUCKING HELLLL!"

The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

A scream tore through the air as the sharp blur of a sword cut through flesh, severing the arm of a bald man with a scar over his eye. He fell to his knees, clutching his bleeding shoulder, his agonized scream echoing through the silence.

The severed arm landed with a wet thud, splattering blood across the ground. The boy holding the sword stood motionless, his eyes cold and emotionless as they locked onto the man's face.

The man gritted his teeth, his body trembling with pain, but his glare was unwavering.

"You nobles will never understand," he spat, his voice hoarse with rage.

"You'll never understand the suffering we endured under your tyranny!"

"Evil..Bad..No, we aren't the real evil rather it's you."

The boy's blank stare didn't waver as he replied in a low, cold voice, "Why should I care about the feelings of a criminal?"

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