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 with the stench of death, and the dark aura surrounding me pulsed like a living thing. Behind me, Edwin squinted, his gaze fixed on my back. When I turned to face him, our eyes met. His expression held countless questions, but beneath them was a flicker of understanding.

Without words, I conveyed my thoughts. We'll talk about this later.

The dark energy swirling within me acted as a shield, nullifying the effects of Mareti's curses. The core of darkness inside me spun relentlessly, feeding off the chaotic energy around us. The curses Mareti hurled at me burned through the surrounding mana, converting it into dark mana. The corpses littering the battlefield, heavy with death energy, only amplified my power.

Mareti's eyes widened with disbelief as he snarled, "It's not possible!" His voice cracked with rage as he unleashed another volley of curses, each more erratic than the last.

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