Chasing the Immortal Husband

I've heard of baseball clubs, car clubs, and fitness clubs, but I've never heard of a time travel club. It turns out that there are too many people writing about time-traveling. Everyone has traveled there and it is overcrowded. In order to facilitate management, all time-travelers must go to this "travel club" to register and manage it so that they can survive in another world. I didn't want to wear it, but because the Time Travel Club lacked a handyman, and I would die anyway, I would have to make some contribution, so I wore it and came to this club to be a diligent sweeper... Plot excerpt: "Chief, our club is short of a sweeper. What should we do?" "Write a recruitment notice, provide food, housing and medical insurance. There are so many people who will come - why don't you write it?" "Master, the woman who comes from time-travel is either a princess or a princess, and the man is either a general or a prince. Who do you think would come here to sweep the floor?" "Then let's pick one of the people who have just traveled through time and haven't developed yet." "Master, all these people are gone now, no one is willing to travel through time!" "Oh, you're still bothering me with such a trivial matter. You can go find the Lord of Hell and let a lonely ghost pass through. That'll be fine. Okay, don't disturb my sleep anymore -"