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

Though I handed over the envelope and instructed Samuel to take the necessary steps, my heart was restless.

The task wasn't simple at all and things might go bad if the opposite side didn't reciprocate with equally good feelings.

Even without acting much, I had already twisted several major threads unintentionally.

The game, at this point, was a delicate balance with a slow crawl towards character growth. But I knew the truth.

The moment you got comfortable, the danger would rear its head, sudden and unforgiving, leaving you gasping for air.

The smallest, seemingly inconsequential details often held the most weight.

I had tried to stay clear of meddling too much, especially with matters tied to Ashton. His condition had been stable, even improving, which gave me some peace of mind. As for the book, I wasn't sure how long Ashton could hold on to it, even though I'd done my best to simplify things for him.

100:A Task