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

"Stay close," Selena said again, her voice steady but quiet. "We'll figure this out, but only if we stay alert and cooperate."

"I'd like to know the same thing," Leila added, her eyes scanning the group.

Ashton and Freya exchanged a look before Freya finally spoke. "It seems we all ended up here because of the light," she said, nodding toward Selena. "And Ashton's domain, of course."

Selena frowned, her golden glow flickering slightly. "So we were drawn here... but we're not safe yet."

"No kidding," came a gruff voice. Roderick emerged from the fog, clutching his side. A bloody claw mark ran across his torso.

"Roderick!" Ashton ran to support him, but Reed got there first, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

"Does it hurt?" Reed asked, poking the wound.

"Of course not—AHHH!" Roderick yelled, glaring at him. "Reed, stop!"

Reed smirked but stepped back. "Just testing your pain tolerance. You passed... barely."

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