Transmigrating to the Late Ming in a Steampunk World: Reigning Supreme with Black Tech

I’m Ning Yi, a proud transmigrator. My lifelong dream is to be a laid-back shopkeeper, drinking tea and slacking off every day while pondering life’s great philosophical questions, like whether sweets are the ladder by which humanity advances. But Heaven apparently decided my life wasn’t “punk” enough and kicked me into a Ming Dynasty where steam airships zoom across the sky and everyone carries a “spirit mirror” to scroll through their social feeds. It also tossed me a bootleg System without so much as a beginner’s gift pack, along with a grand conspiracy that sounds like a whole lot of trouble: “Collect the seven Dragon Balls… ahem, the Seven-Colored Star Strings, and save the world.” And so my lazy life was officially over. All kinds of strange creatures started turning up around me: a tsundere swordswoman so bad with directions she could walk from Dongzhimen all the way to Siberia, a golden-haired chuunibyou inventor who practically lived in her lab, and a thousand-faced female agent who would say “Young master~” one moment and “This old lady” the next… Oh, and my family members who transmigrated here one after another weren’t exactly normal either. My scatterbrained dad is a walking flag-raising sniper god, while my gentle mom can wield a spatula to unleash a physical “A-da-da-da” combo. So can someone tell me how I’m supposed to protect my sweet, precious lazy life when I’m surrounded by scheming types, tsunderes, yanderes, brocon girls, and airheads?!