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

In the quiet corner of the Archeon Academy garden, I sat under the cool shade of a tall tree, holding three books I had taken from the grand library.

Their titles were etched into my mind.

Essence of Mana: Harnessing the Core Energy, Mana Flow: Mastering Manipulation and Circulation, and Blades of Precision: A Visual Guide to Blade Arts. Each one felt like a key to unlocking the next stage of my skills.

I focused on the thread in my hand, my gaze narrowing as I tried again to guide mana through it. A faint shimmer appeared as I began, the mana inching forward slowly. After barely two inches, it scattered, slipping from my control. I exhaled sharply, gripping the thread tighter.

"This is harder than I thought," I muttered to myself, trying to suppress the irritation building in my chest. "But at least this thread gives me some direction. It's easier than before, back when I was trying to materialize black threads from death mana."

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