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

Reed and I walked out of class together, and I couldn't help but give him a long, unimpressed stare.

"Do you have a class related to thieves?" I asked, keeping my tone flat.

Reed gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like I had just insulted his entire bloodline. "Did you just label this Ancient One Heir as a thief? How preposterous!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway.

"Hey, chunni! What are you even talking about?" I snapped back, trying to keep my cool but failing.

Before I could press further, we heard footsteps behind us. Turning around, we saw Roderick approaching with his usual grin plastered across his face. Without hesitation, he slung an arm around Reed, poking him playfully.

"What was that nonsense you were spouting just now?" Roderick asked, clearly enjoying himself.

"I'm speaking the truth!" Reed replied, puffing out his chest like he was defending some ancient prophecy.

88:Setting The Scapegoat