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

Inside the quarters, the stranger made his way to a study illuminated by soft golden light. A beautiful woman sat at a grand desk. Her long, silky white hair flowed like a cascade, curling slightly at the ends with a bluish sheen. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and her piercing blue eyes held an icy sharpness that could freeze anyone in their tracks. Her features were delicate yet regal, with a quiet elegance that commanded respect.

She glanced up, her cold gaze locking onto the man.

"Tell me, Salus," she said, her voice calm but edged with authority. "What did you find?"

Salus stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Grace, Princess Yvonne." His movements were precise, practiced, and filled with respect. "There seems to be something suspicious. He said he found Mareti while investigating a case of pregnant women being sold in the black market."

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