I traveled through time to become a beggar, and to survive, I hugged the regent's thigh and called him Dad. My brother traveled through time to become a blind assassin, shaking down our financial backer the moment he laid eyes on him. My dad traveled through time to become a mystic, pointing at the emperor's nose and saying he lacked virtue in the five elements. My mom traveled through time to be the matron of the chamber pot room, thinking she could just lie flat and slack off, but the system went ding with a warning: family-shared system, quirky tasks. Time travel isn't about going to enjoy life, it's about going to do chores.