My Desertion Will Happen Faster Than the Male Leads’ Obsession

I possessed the role of "that one kid who looks so much like the one who died long ago"—the "that kid" in the line, "You really resemble the child who died a long time ago."

I ended up inside a reverse harem romance fantasy set in the military, as the very first love of the heroine and the old comrade whose death drove the male leads mad and made them obsess over the heroine in <Four Crazy Bastards Are Obsessed With Me>, commonly known as <Ne-mi-jip>.

But doesn’t the possessor get certain privileges? Surely I’m not going to die.

If I survive well enough, the romance will probably develop into me receiving the obsession instead of the heroine. Personally, obsessive men aren’t really my type, so that’s a shame.

But then...

"Hey, head down."

"Anyone who falls behind dies!"

"You guys have lost your minds! Are you idiots or what?"

There’s not a shred of romance, and what’s waiting for me is real K-army, damn it!

Just before I’m about to desert, I wish the male leads would at least obsess over me, but this apocalyptic world keeps breaking my expectations every time.

To make matters worse, in these miserable conditions the male leads seem to be slowly losing their minds too.

What is the one and only way to break this absurd cycle of exploitation?

Of course—revolution! You rotten imperial bastards!

Adieu full-length romantic fantasy novel <I’ll Desert Before the Male Leads Can Become Obsessed With Me>