My Desertion Would Be Faster Than Heros’ Obsession

D-1917 until discharge.

Gagne and Zara had been transferred to another unit.

The Cool Mint Ice 78th batch was now the highest-ranking among the senior soldiers.

And that meant one thing—new recruits were arriving.

“We’ve got three new recruits this time,” Benny reported.

“Oh?”

I responded without much enthusiasm.

Unlike me, Benny’s eyes sparkled with interest. Well, she was still at the stage where she cared about new recruits.

After all, since enlisting, both of her juniors—Sanchez and Dory—had managed to survive. She hadn’t yet experienced any particular reason to become disillusioned with new arrivals.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. Recruits... whoever was meant to survive would survive.

What mattered more right now was my own life—because according to the original novel, I was scheduled to die in just three months.

‘It’s a good thing I recovered my memories of the original story.’