Summoned to a different world by mistake, I find myself caught in a Hero Summoning ritual—except I'm not the chosen one. The actual Hero is someone else entirely, and I'm bracing for the typical catastrophic narrative to unfold. Yet reality defies expectations. The Demon Lord fell a millennium ago. The "Hero" merely performs at festivals. Nobility generously welcomes us. Humans and Demon Races maintain peaceful coexistence. Eight centuries have passed without war. Monster threats are handled by the Guild and Knights. Returning home? Completely safe and achievable. My plan is simple: savor this world fully, explore its culture and wonders, witness the rare decennial festival, then depart unscathed. The realm thrives in profound peace. Three races inhabit this harmonious world—the Magical Races from the Spirit Realm, the Divine Races from the Celestial Realm, and Humans from the Mortal Realm—living as benevolent neighbors in shared contentment. I expected a tranquil year before my departure, yet the world's most powerful figures inexplicably gravitate toward me, and—