The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

"Tell me, who are you?"

The moment those words left her lips, the world around me started to distort.

Despite sitting on the cot, I was suddenly blasted by blood from all around. My back tingled with a shivering chill, and a disgusting feeling gave me goosebumps, making my legs tremble.

A nauseous, fishy smell assaulted me, making my mind hazy. Holding my gasps, I raised my chin to look at the blood-drenched face of a demoness glaring daggers at me.

Wake up... All of this is an illusion... She's just testing me.

Still, I couldn't help but quiver because all of this was just her releasing her aura, which might not even amount to 1% of her power.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed my body. Then, as I opened my eyes, I saw the bloody facade slowly subside.

I looked at her with a piercing gaze and knew that she didn't want to hear any nonsense. She doesn't kill unnecessarily, but that doesn't mean she won't beat and torture me.

Though there was no need to reveal everything, spicing something up would be great, wouldn't it?

"I assume you are curious about why I am not corrupted by that energy and how my body managed to absorb it."

"Umm!" Morgana nodded, still plastering that smile.

"Because I inherited it."

Morgana's smile slowly faltered, and her eyes widened for a moment.

"What did you inherit?"

Staring at her expression, I smirked. "The inheritance of Crestfallen."

"What?" Morgana screamed, unable to maintain her composure, and lunged at me to grab my collar.

"Say that again? And repeat that without any hint of falsity." Morgana's eyes gleamed dangerously, warning me.

I could read those gazes saying something in between: You lie, and I will pull that head of yours right off your neck.

"As you heard, I inherited that power. It wasn't a power to say anything overwhelming, but I could be said to be the owner of a special class related to death in a certain sense."

Morgana's eyes flickered, and she pushed me down, taking a step back.

"How... I mean, how did you get that? There have been rumors and tales going around for centuries about people exploring that land countless times, so how did you have it?"

The more Morgana spoke, the more flustered she became because it was shocking. The reason that place had been left unattended was that people had already explored it thoroughly without gaining anything. Even her great-great-grandfather, who became a Demon King, ventured into it and was unable to obtain anything—so how did he get it?

With those thoughts, she looked at me, scanning me from top to bottom.

I expected such a reaction from her. After all, it was like crushing demon pride. Despite the power existing there, it ended up in the hands of a measly human...

The reason why it wasn't discovered until now is that to enter that hole, you need a set of conditions.

First, it only appears at dawn and dusk—a time that can neither be classified as morning nor evening.

Second, you can't underestimate that tree. It was the guardian protector, enriched by the death aura of countless dead beings. But it had a setting in the game—it would exert strength similar to the person in the periphery. This gave me an advantage, as I was quite weak, allowing me time to enter.

So, most people get killed even before entering. And even if they manage to enter, most of them would get stuck on the last question.

As for how I knew all this, it's because every time you finish off a villain, you see flashes of their memory during death, and you can even play through the storyline of some big villains after you defeat them.

That's why Deathborne, despite being a story mode, was so diversified that, until now, no one has been able to finish the game 100%—which can only be possible after going through every possible setting.

And I already guessed that the Saintesa of the Demon Continent was going to send someone here to check, and this person might be strong enough to take on Calamity, but that was just a plan.

The contingency plan was to draw the attention of the Lust Clan. Though I hated this pauper face, I knew my face was an irresistible offer for the Lust Clan Matron to let go, so she would send someone to pick me up from the slave traders—and they might encounter Calamity.

However, if both plans failed…

I shook my head.

Let's not think about that anymore.

Morgana frowned and glared. "How did you get that?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Morgana. Seeing that look, I could hear an imaginary chime.

Achievement unlocked.

You have successfully drawn character curiosity.

"You want to know?" I asked, raising my brows.

"Of course. You can even ask for anything in return." Morgana spoke with a hint of excitement.

"That's a good offer, but sorry, I can't."

"Huh?"

Her expression cracked. She wanted to say something more but stopped upon seeing my serious gaze.

"You... How dare you reject me? Do you know who I am?"

"What? You don't know your own identity?" I sneered, making her shut up.

I got up, ignoring her, and spoke.

"Everyone has certain secrets, Mrs. Crimson Witch, and we aren't close enough to share them. After all, we have no trust nor any friendship. So stop pressuring me. It might be another thing if we were close, but we aren't."

Saying this, I walked to the door and paused for a bit.

"Also, please reject Mrs. Liliana. I am not interested in becoming her boy toy."

Morgana's eyes flickered in surprise, and she raised her hand to shout, but before that, I ran away using a shadow step.

"Wait! How do you know that?"

What the hell is wrong with that boy? Should I just capture him and make him spill everything? Morgana lampooned.

Nah! That crazy bitch would kill me. I am sure she would take interest in him after this! She suppressed the thought as soon as it arose, but in the next moment, she burst into laughter, holding her cheek as her eyes glowed.

"A truly amusing one… I like it."