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

"Man, why do you look like a panda with those dark circles?" Reed teased, laughing as we walked down the hallway to our clubs.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I didn't get much sleep."

Reed just chuckled and kept going on about some nonsense, but my mind was elsewhere.

Last night was exhausting, trying to piece everything together. The diary and its strange taboo symbol—it was all still so unclear.

Who had it before me? What did it want? Who was I supposed to contact?

And then there was last night's incident. Someone had been watching me; I was sure of it. Was it connected to the symbols? Were they testing me to see if I'd been possessed?

Reed's chatter faded into the background as my thoughts spiraled. After some random jokes and his usual annoying antics, I finally split off and made my way to the Mystic Club.

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