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 room fell into silence, tension thick in the air.

Then, suddenly, Samuel coughed, choking on his drink before letting out a sharp pfft, spitting vodka all over the table. His eyes went wide as he stared at Lukas like he'd just grown two heads.

"The Royal Knights?" Samuel whispered harshly, his voice filled with disbelief. "What the f*** are you thinking?"

Lukas leaned back in his chair, his face cold and unflinching. Saber's reaction didn't faze him in the slightest—it was almost amusing.

Lukas turned his gaze to Samuel, who sat frozen, staring at the envelope as if it were a ticking bomb. His face was pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"You're insane," Samuel said shakily, though his hands betrayed him as they reached for the letter. He hated this. He hated Lukas for always putting him in impossible situations.

And yet, he couldn't refuse. He never could.

98:Another Menacing Task