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

My eyes widened, and I froze for a split second, dread clawing at my chest. Memories of past battles, of narrow escapes, surged to the surface. My instincts screamed at me to dodge, but it was too late.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, gritting my teeth.

I quickly assessed my options. If I dodged, Edwin might be hit. If I stopped moving, our plan would fall apart. I had only one choice.

I have to cut through. There's no other way.

Strengthened by my resolve, my blade began to glow with purplish flames, dark and menacing. My vision narrowed, the world around me slowing to a crawl. The chaos faded into nothingness, leaving only the attacks and my blade.

In that moment of clarity, I raised my weapon and slashed.

An arc of dark purple energy tore through the air, slicing through the arrows with a deafening roar. The remnants of the flames dissipated as I charged forward, ignoring the burning pain in my legs.

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