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's breath hitched as he raised his guard, against the sudden appearance of the stranger that made his voice tremble.

The man in the white mask tilted his head slightly, then laughed. The sound was low and unsettling. Before Ashton could blink, the figure disappeared, leaving an eerie silence in his wake.

Ashton's instincts screamed danger. His senses sharpened, and his hand darted to his waist to grab the hidden blade he always carried to tackle any unfortunate incident.

But shockingly, his fingers met nothing but air.

"It's not there…" he thought in shock with dread pooling in his stomach.

A voice whispered from behind him, low and casual, sending a shiver down his spine. "Mr. White. You can call me Mr. White."

Goosebumps crawled along Ashton's skin as he whipped around, jumping away to face the man now standing behind him with the white blank face having a cheeky smile on it.

104:Secret Ritual[II]