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

I walked away from the noisy crowd, making my way toward one of the club blocks. It didn't take long before I arrived at the archery club.

The place was impressive. Rows of modern equipment lined up neatly, each bow sleek and polished, paired with the latest adjustable sights.

The targets weren't just simple circular boards; they were equipped with advanced scoring sensors that immediately calculated precision and power. The whole area had a futuristic vibe, with clean lanes and digital screens displaying statistics and real-time scores for each participant. It was a blend of tradition and technology, a place that demanded skill but welcomed innovation.

As I scanned the area, trying to figure out where to sign up, I heard a loud, familiar voice behind me.

I turned around and locked eyes with the unmistakable platinum-haired figure who radiated pride as if it were her birthright.

89:She Doesn't Know