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

Edwin sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the image on the screen in front of him. On the screen was a man with a sharp, cold expression. His eyes bore into Edwin, filled with authority and judgment.

The room was quiet, almost unnervingly so, until the man on the screen finally spoke.

"You did well," he said, his voice heavy and commanding.

"Thank you," Edwin replied with a slight nod, keeping his tone calm and measured.

The man's gaze hardened. "But why didn't you finish him off yourself? You could have done it. Why rely on a commoner for such a task?"

Edwin stiffened slightly, his face remaining calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes. He took a slow breath before answering, choosing his words carefully.

"He isn't just a commoner," Edwin said, his voice steady.

The man's expression didn't waver. His voice turned colder, sharper. "What do you mean by that?"

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