Transmigrating to a Primitive Tribe: This Lord Isn't Exactly Proper

Transmigrate to a primitive tribe and lie flat as its lord.

What? My subordinates are a bunch of winged birdmen, and they're all idiots?

No problem. The System can do anything. Whatever I need, it's got it.

They don't even know how to make fire by rubbing sticks together?

Then just use a lighter.

The headlights are too big to cover up? What should I do?

I've got sizes A through G, different cup sizes, and modern technology.

"Ah, Saintess, what brings you here? I'm not the chosen one~"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.