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

The forest was eerily quiet, except for the crackling sound erupted from leaves underfoot and the distant rustle of branches swaying in the breeze.

Ryan's eyes widened as he watched Freya taking down the beast quite gracefully and elegantly effortlessly.

As he spoke, he looked back at boy sitting lesiruly seeing which, his anger flared up.

'Fuck!If not for this bastard, I might be one who get Miss Freya attention but this fucker was using reverse psychology using argument to draw her attention.'

In the midst of this, a swishing sound echoed drawing his attention.

Ryan tightened his grip on the massive hammerhead resting on his shoulder. His eyes darted around, scanning for movement. Then it came fast, sleek, and with fiery eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light. The flame panther.

71:Saving The Beauty