The gods were swept down to the mortal realm, and strife and slaughter spread with their footsteps; the dimensional barriers weakened, and demons invaded in droves. Mondstadt was transported to this world of swords and magic, and, tempted by "eternity," embarked on a legendary journey...

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.

[Western fantasy + multiple female leads + light comedy + Konosuba-like + team adventure + episodic drama]

"I've time-traveled quite a few times."

"As the saying goes, time travelers take turns sitting on the throne, and this year it's my turn. But too many time travelers isn't a good thing. So many time travelers have already come before me, and they've all done what I wanted to do. What do you want me to do?"

"Since things have come to this, I might as well go to the docks and get some fries... What, another big one? Life, can you please leave me alone this time? I just wanted to laze around!"

The lament of Mr. Baal, a mage, speculator, and legendary adventurer's party leader, who was in debt for hundreds of millions and was notorious far and wide, was thus expressed.

His squad members include, but are not limited to:

A melee mage who relies on underhanded tactics because he can't afford spellcasting materials.

A former hero who, lacking the money to buy a sword, practices boxing; who maxes out his cooking skills but still produces disastrous dishes.

The group buff is as fierce as a tiger, but the side effects are devastating – a self-destructing bard.

The only elven archer expelled from the Archers' Guild, every single one of his arrows misses the target.

Baal: "These teammates are poets!"