Where Is There No Jianghu?

A completely fictional setting.

By completely fictional, I mean time and space are entirely up to me.

The characters in this story might wear flowing robes and wield flowers and swords,

or they might wear shirts and slacks and carry cigarettes and pistols.

The author seems to have a bad case of obsessive-compulsive disorder and desperately wants this bizarre setting to make sense.

The great era is one of war and upheaval, with nations and geography drawing ever closer together.

The various civilizations of a world will merge of their own accord, eventually forming a sprawling era that's a mishmash of everything.

But computers, phones, and other electronics absolutely will not appear. Apart from some stylish must-have accessories for outfits and weapons, most of it will be wuxia or xianxia.

Of course, the setting itself isn't important.

My ambition is to give all the random ideas I've had over the years, which were too difficult to turn into stories on their own, a place to belong in this one.

So naturally, there will be lots of characters.

For example, the aloof-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside gong x the scheming shou,

the rogue gong x the pure-hearted, crafty shou,

and even the playboy gong x the upright gentleman shou, and all that.

Oh my, I'm about to cry myself, okay...

There should be some BG romance, too, since there's a major fujoshi playing the heroine.

That's about it.