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 beasts hesitated at the edge of Ashton's domain, their glowing eyes filled with hunger. Then, as if on some unspoken signal, they charged.

"Here they come!" Ashton yelled, raising his sword.

Freya was the first to act, her pride kicking in. She conjured a ball of wind in her hands and hurled it at the nearest wolf. The blast hit dead-on, exploding in a burst of force that sent chunks of flesh flying.

"Not bad, huh?" she shouted, grinning despite the situation.

"Focus," I snapped, cutting down a bird that had dived toward her.

Talia darted forward, her movements quick and precise. She slid under a lunging wolf, her dagger slicing through its exposed throat in one clean motion. Her face was pale, but there was a surprising determination in her eyes.

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