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 surreal events Ashton had just experienced were enough to shake him to his core, leaving no room for sleep.

His heart felt heavy, overshadowed by swirling thoughts as he replayed everything in his mind.

Meeting that mysterious figure dressed in white, witnessing the unexplainable miracle—it was like stepping into a dream he couldn't wake up from.

He whispered the word to himself, the name still lingering in his thoughts. Was the card he chose really just a coincidence? It seemed too perfect. A class tied to justice and the title of Judgment?

Unable to shake the unease, Ashton moved to his desk. He picked up a small vial of holy water, a symbol of protection in his faith. With steady hands, he sprinkled it over himself, feeling the cool droplets run down his skin.

106:The Evil On Move