Just one step in the wrong direction, and I managed to cross over into a different sphere. A newly-made world of a God. In the distance stood a small house surrounded by a field. And inside lay a man on a bed. According to the God, he was a hero. One who had died in a tragic event. Then the next words of the God threw me into a panic. What did you mean I needed to save money to return to my original world? Since there was nothing else I could do anyway, I dove head first into my goal. Plucked some grass. Grew some vegetables. All to earn a steady income. Apparently, my profession was the “Hero’s Wife,” but that’s definitely a bug, right?