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

Freya yawned as she made her way to the archery club, her steps slow and unhurried. Another day, another tedious task. She couldn't help but let her mind wander back to the day's events.

"That guy's always in the spotlight," she muttered, shaking her head at the memory of a certain someone. "Why does trouble follow him around like a shadow?"

She pushed the thought aside as she entered the archery range, her eyes scanning the equipment. Picking up a bow, she let out a deep breath, her father's words ringing in her mind.

"You don't have a talent for shooting, daughter. Just give up. Even with wind ability, you need a natural knack for it."

Freya's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes burning with defiance. "I'll prove you wrong," she whispered fiercely.

She nocked an arrow and pulled the string, determination etched on her face.

The string snapped back, leaving the arrow behind. She tried again, but the result was the same.

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