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 spear came at me again, its sharp edge cutting through the air like a whirlwind. Reed thrust it forward with speed and precision, but I swayed my body just enough to dodge. His strikes were relentless, like a machine gun firing on full auto.

"Bro… just let me hit you once." Reed's voice sounded pitiful, almost desperate, even as he continued his barrage.

"Just once, please," he added, his gaze pleading while his hands moved with ferocity.

I ducked and weaved, letting the spear graze past me, then angled my blade to deflect it lightly. With each clash, I could feel his frustration growing, and for some reason, the look on his face brought a small, guilty satisfaction to my heart.

Reed cursed under his breath. 'What are you, a slippery roach?'

"As a master, don't you have any pride? How can you stoop so low?" I taunted, smirking as I stepped aside to dodge his next strike.

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