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 was thick, heavy with a putrid stench that clawed at my throat. I stepped cautiously into the clearing, my boots crunching against the damp ground. The space was eerily quiet, the type of silence that pressed down on your ears and made your skin crawl.

"Did I find the wrong spot?" I muttered, scratching my chin. My voice sounded strange in the stillness, like it didn't belong here.

Then, without warning, the silence was shattered.

The ground beneath me trembled as a blast echoed through the forest. Bright flashes of lightning erupted in the distance, lighting up the dense canopy like a violent storm tearing through the night.

"Lightning..." I muttered, narrowing my eyes. "Edwin must have reached the target."

The plan was working. Plan A, as I'd called it, wasn't perfect, but it had one goal.

That get Edwin into the thick of things.

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