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

Stepping into the library, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. The wide hallway stretched endlessly, its sheer grandeur making it feel more like a palace than a library.

High above, massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their golden frames catching the light and scattering it in warm, soft hues. The air smelled faintly of parchment and polish, the latter evident in the impeccably cleaned, well-furnished tables that lined the space. Everything about the place felt regal, almost sacred.

It was far more majestic than it had looked in the game.

As I approached the registration desk, I spotted a bearded man slouched in his chair, snoring loudly. Or rather, not a man—he was a demon from the Sloth family. His horns curled lazily around his head, and his entire presence radiated lethargy.

I tapped the desk lightly and spoke. "I came here to register."

80:Celestial Guidance