Summoned to Another World But My Badge Opened the Wrong Door

Arisa kept her gloved hand on the broken shrine stone until the shaking in her fingers stopped. The trench had gone quiet, but the mark on the wall matched the tablet in her bag, and that meant someone had lied about what the site was for. She had built her life on careful notes, clean maps, and the hope that facts could keep her safe. Instead, her work kept dragging her toward rooms where powerful people tried to buy silence, and her own damaged energy channel made every fight feel one step too late. She still noticed what others missed. A bent nail. A false seal. The way a person stood when they had already decided who would be discarded. When Arisa is sent from one sealed site to the next...