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 egg sitting in the corner taunted me with its stillness, a constant reminder of my failure to hatch it. The creature inside was supposed to be vital,something crucial to my future plans. But for that to happen, this damned thing needed to hatch.

"What the hell? How long will it take?" I muttered, glaring at the dark shell.

In the game, this egg would hatch in the third month after Ashton and his crew stumbled upon it. It had absorbed mana from Ashton and blood during an event where he was wounded.

"Maybe my blood just lacks the mana he had," I reasoned, pacing back and forth. "Or maybe it just needs the same amount of time to hatch as it did in the game."

I let out a deep sigh, finally giving up for the night. The frustration wasn't worth it. I cleaned myself up and turned my attention to something more productive.

Pulling open a drawer, I retrieved three forms—the clubs I had decided to join at the academy.

91:Encountering Danger On Stroll