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

Ashton sat cross-legged on the dusty floor of his room, a faint beam of moonlight casting an eerie glow on the book in his hands.

The book, Celestial Harmony, looked ancient yet oddly pristine. Its cover was made of dark leather, smooth to the touch, with intricate golden patterns etched into its surface. Despite its age, the corners were sharp, and the spine showed no signs of wear. It felt unnatural for a book supposedly printed in the year 800.

"The printed date goes back to the year 800... and here we are in the 2024 Martina Calendar," Ashton muttered, running his fingers over the embossed title. "Suspicious. How is it still in one piece after so many centuries?"

His voice carried a mix of curiosity and unease, the silence of the room amplifying his words. Shaking his head, he flipped the pages, his eyes scanning the dense, ornate writing. The words were heavy, almost suffocating, with a strange rhythm that made them hard to follow.

95:The Secret In Shadow