Weekend Adventurer

I got a job at a company whose only selling point was no overtime and no weekend work. As I pondered what kind of life I would lead like this, I suddenly remembered something. "I was a magician in my previous life." I tried to see if I could still use magic, and it worked just fine. However, while I had some anxiety about my current situation, I wasn't dissatisfied with it, and I was afraid of being discovered, so I decided not to use magic much. "But I'd like to save up for my old age, you know." So, where could I use magic without worrying about those around me? "That's it—let me go to my previous world. Just on weekends." Because the food is better there, it's safer, and it's more convenient. I can just feel nostalgic about it occasionally. And so, I decided to work as an adventurer just on weekends, pushing myself only as much as necessary.