Even as Cannon Fodder, I Don't Want to Save the World

The world has been invaded by the bizarre, and will soon be destroyed.

Your rival in love: the destined savior, a magical genius who can cast spells instantly without incantations and wield forbidden spells as easily as breathing later on.

Your beloved: the savior's teammate, a born tank who can take the apocalyptic boss's ultimate attack with no protection and shout, “That's delicious! Give me more!”

Your rival's beloved, and your beloved's rival: an apocalyptic priest who can save a hundred people with a wave of his staff. His purification and healing skills are maxed out, and he's known as a walking beacon of hope in the apocalypse.

You: a pampered heiress who can't do a day's work or tell one grain from another, a little nobody who can eat, sleep, and spend money; a novice spellcaster who can do a bit of everything but masters nothing, with one special talent: your blessings never work, but your curses do.

But how can the rival in the protagonist's love story be without a special skill up their sleeve?

Passive skill: Fated Diviner, one who observes destiny. So you know:

Your rival in love will go to his death alone so his teammates won't be dragged down with him.

After her lover dies, your beloved will struggle on alone until she can no longer bear the burden...

As for your rival's beloved and your beloved's rival, they seem powerful, but are the savior team's greatest weakness: the first to be infected.

And you, a diviner who stands outside the world and observes fate... Observe my ass!

You: Turning fate around and creating the future you want is the coolest thing of all!

P.S. This story is told in first person. Read with caution.

Theme: Everyone has their own brilliance