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

After the classes ended, I didn't head to the training hall like the others. Instead, I locked myself in my room. My thoughts were racing as I sat on the bed, staring at nothing in particular.

When I was ready, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. With a simple command in my mind, I entered the Repository.

The space around me transformed into an endless realm of black and white blocks, stretching as far as I could see. It was quiet, eerily so, but the kind of quiet that put my mind at ease. I walked forward and took my seat on the throne that appeared before me. As I sat, I transformed into Mr. White, the form I always used here—a manifestation of calm and control.

"The spirit world is corrupted by specters now," I muttered to myself, recalling what Professor Walton had said earlier. "Unlike in the past, it's nearly impossible to peer into it safely."

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