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

Ravenfall City, Market District, Black Crow Tavern's Backdoor

The narrow alley behind the Black Crow Tavern was dimly lit, the faint glow of a flickering lantern casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. This part of Ravenfall City was infamous, a den of crime where even the guards rarely patrolled. Whispers of danger kept most people away, and those who ventured near often hurried by with their heads low and eyes averted.

Shouts and curses broke through the usual murmurs of the alley. A man, battered and bruised, struggled against a group of thugs. His ragged breaths mixed with the cruel laughter of his attackers.

"Help! Someone, please!" the man yelled, his voice strained and desperate. He stumbled, his back hitting the wall as the gang closed in, their fists and boots doing the talking. Blood dripped from his lip, staining the ground beneath him.

64:Class Ranger