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 grew heavier with every passing second.

Bishop Stellon's whisper lingered in the air like a haunting echo, his words sinking deep into their hearts.

"This… this isn't just a conspiracy," he murmured with a rough soft voice which was barely audible. "If this letter is true, we are standing on the brink of something catastrophic."

The temperature seemed to drop for a moment.

Shadows cast by the flickering Truth Seeker Candle twisted unnaturally across the walls, their shapes unsettling. Andrew's hand instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, and Richard clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as the weight of the situation bore down on them.

Breaking the heavy silence, Richard's voice came firm but laced with urgency. "Begin the divination, Bishop Stellon. We must know if this threat is real."

Stellon's eyes narrowed as he considered the request. "What do you want to know? The one who sent this?"

107:The Truth Seeker Candle