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

I tried to look away from the sharp, piercing gaze boring into me. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Brenda wasn't the kind of person you could ignore, though. Her voice alone was like an iron clamp.

Trying to ease the tension, I coughed lightly and plastered on my best smile—a charming one that could probably stop hearts.

But that wasn't enough to save me.

"Are you a masochist?" she asked suddenly.

I froze, feeling a crack form in my carefully maintained composure.

"Pardon?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

She crossed her arms, unimpressed. "What? Did you hurt your ears too?"

"No, I didn't!" I replied quickly, flustered. "I just don't understand why you're asking me that, Miss Brenda."

Brenda took a deep breath, then almost screamed, "Then why the hell are you always injured every time something happens? For God's sake, this is the fourth time!"

"Third!" I corrected her automatically.

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