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 air grew heavy as Freya gripped her sword tightly. With a sudden burst of power, she dashed forward, her speed leaving faint afterimages in her wake.

The lightning wolf, sensing danger, tried to leap away, but it was too late. Freya's charge was unstoppable.

Raising her massive sword high, she brought it down with a ferocity that could shatter stone. The blade slammed into the wolf's side like a battering ram, the force of her strike creating a sharp gust of wind that tore through the wolf.

The wolf's body exploded into pieces, its blood and flesh scattering across the clearing. A faint mist hung in the air, settling as the echoes of the blast faded away.

Ashton dusted himself off, muttering something to himself. I glanced at him, my thoughts swirling.

117:Hidden Danger