Traveling Through the Steampunk Late Ming Dynasty: Black Technology Is King

I, Ning Yi, am a glorious time traveler. My lifelong dream is to be a salted fish shopkeeper. I drink tea and fish every day, and think about the philosophy of life - such as whether sweets are the ladder of human progress. But God seemed to think that my life was not "punk" enough, and kicked me into this Ming Dynasty where steam airships were flying around the sky and everyone was holding a "spiritual mirror" to check their friends. They also conveniently gave me a copycat system that didn't even include a gift package for beginners, and a shocking conspiracy of "collecting all seven dragon balls… ah, colorful stars to save the world" that sounds very troublesome. From then on, my salty fish life was completely bankrupt. All kinds of strange creatures began to appear around me: the arrogant swordsman who was so crazy that he could walk from Dongzhimen to Siberia, the blond middle-class inventor who took charge of the laboratory, the thousand-faced female agent who said "Young Master~" one second and "Mother" the next... Oh, by the way, my family members who have traveled through time and space are not normal either - my confused father is a human-shaped self-propelled flag-bearing sniper god, and my gentle mother can use a spatula to hit two physical "a-da-da-da" combos. So, can anyone tell me, in this day and age where I am surrounded by scheming, tsundere, yandere, brother control and natural idiot, how can I keep my damn, sweet salty life? !