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

Freya stormed into her dorm room, slamming the door shut behind her.

The room was a stark contrast to her icy demeanor—a luxurious space coated in soft shades of pink and white. The canopy bed with its delicate lace curtains stood in the center, surrounded by plush pillows and stuffed animals.

The walls were adorned with elegant paintings and golden trims, and a vanity table, cluttered with makeup and jewelry, sat beside a large mirror that reflected the glow of a chandelier. A pink carpet covered the floor, and a small sitting area with a fluffy couch and tea table added to the cozy atmosphere.

Without pausing, Freya kicked off her shoes and headed straight for the bed. She threw herself onto the plush mattress, burying her face into a pillow and letting out a muffled scream.

90:That Damned Peasant