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 Observer leaned back in his white throne, his grin widening as he gestured toward the board. "I don't know if you don't know the rules or if you're simply overconfident, choosing black and giving me the first move."

Folding my legs, I assumed an authoritative stance and spoke confidently," I know chess very well so don't go easy on me."

With an air of theatrical flair, The Observer lifted his hand and pointed.

The Observer leaned back in his throne, his gaze sharp and calculating as he studied me from across the board. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, a subtle gesture of amusement—or perhaps anticipation.

I returned his gaze with a calm, unflinching stare, my fingers resting lightly on the edge of the board. Neither of us spoke at first, the silence charged with tension.

Then, with a flick of his hand, the Observer made the first move.

"Pawn to e4," he commanded with a sharp voice while looking at me with a flick of amusement.

83:A Game Of Checkmate