At dawn, a man and a woman were getting ready to set up a stall at the bustling morning market, trying to decide what to sell.
"Hey, Aisen'er, do you think anyone will really like hearing our story? And this title sounds exactly like one of those long, awful, completely worthless toilet-paper novels."
"Well... don't ask me! How would I know? Besides, didn't you come up with the title?! I asked you a few days ago what it meant, and I still don't understand it at all!"
"And most people write original novels, or adapt TV dramas, or make anime and manga fanfiction. But ours is adapted from a game, and parts of it even involve doujin content."
"Hey, hey... where did that come from all of a sudden?"
Just then, a passerby approached their stall.
"Hey, Aisen'er, we've got a customer coming. Go to Level One Alert!"
The passerby greeted the pair and asked, "Are you selling a new book here? Could I get a copy, please?"
The man and woman looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Then, in unison, they answered the customer with a smile:
"Welcome to read our book, Is This Scrappy Hero in the Wrong Place?!"
