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

His jaw clenched, and his eyes burned with hatred as he thought about the boy who had interfered. "I'll make him pay. Insolent little worm... just you wait. I'll put you in your place."

Vladimir grabbed his phone, dialing a number with trembling fingers. His breathing was heavy, his anger barely contained.

Moments later, a rugged-looking man entered the room, his face calm and composed. "You called, Master?"

"There's a boy close to Freya," Vladimir said coldly, his voice low and dangerous. "I want every detail about him. Everything."

The man gave a curt nod. "Understood." He turned and left, his footsteps fading down the hallway.

As the room fell silent, Vladimir sank into a chair, his breathing still uneven. Unnoticed by him, a dark, shadowy aura began to swirl faintly around his figure, a reflection of the malice festering in his heart.

His lips curled into a wicked grin. "Just you wait... I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me."

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