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 ground trembled beneath my feet, a faint quake rolling through the area as if the forest itself was trying to shake us off. My gaze locked on the group of lightning wolves ahead, their fur crackling with static energy, their glowing yellow eyes fixed on us with deadly intent.

One figure stood out amidst the chaos.

A man moving with lightning itself. His sword shimmered with a pale blue aura as he dashed forward. His strikes were precise, each swing of his blade leaving an arc of destruction in its wake.

I watched him closely. His movements were calculated, fluid, almost like a dance. He used the trees around him to his advantage, leaping from branches to gain momentum, then plunging down with devastating force. His blade cut through the young wolf pups with frightening ease. Each slash left a trail of faint blue light in the air before it faded into nothingness.

116:Hunt In Forest