I Transmigrated into the Novel I Wrote, but Nobody Is Normal

You transmigrate into a gay novel you wrote in your spare time, whose plot is outrageously over-the-top.

You run into a mid-story villain who was supposed to be dead.

The worse news is that the villain's dagger is at your throat.

The good news is that you're pretty strong too.

So you and the villain set off on a journey of cultivation. Along the way, you meet a half-demon masked swordsman wielding a katana (what kind of power is that?), a sentient Walmart shopping bag, the magical painter Ma Liang, a bizarre trio already in the late stage of Deification (her, who runs a brothel; him, who has lost his memory; and him, who made the other one lose his memory and tricked him into becoming his disciple), and someone whose every detail is a question mark.

In response,

you say: "Dude, is this still the world I wrote?"

The villain says: "Dude, why are they all such freaks?"

But why does every one of these hilariously designed characters have such a tragic backstory? Is that normal?

And why are you going to become an emperor later on? That can't be right!

[No romance, pure imagination, protagonist's gender is unspecified so readers can self-insert, ensemble cast, lots of fighting, unconventional power fantasy]