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

No one dared to speak. Even Reed stayed quiet, his usual theatrics subdued.

"Dismissed," Emilia said curtly, walking off without another glance. Alex remained silent, his cold gaze lingering on us for a moment longer before he too turned and left.

I looked over at Reed, who was now lying face down on the ground like he'd just fought a war. "Think you're ready for this, oh mighty dragon?"

He groaned in response, and Roderick snorted. "If he doesn't die from exhaustion first, maybe he'll get eaten by a monster."

Ashton, ever the optimist, clapped me on the shoulder again. "This is a good opportunity. Don't overthink it."

I gave him a sideways look. "You say that now, but just wait until you're out there running for your life."

He laughed nervously, and I shook my head. Three days. That wasn't much time to prepare, but it'd have to be enough.

109:The Event