The Lord Hasn't Lost His Kingdom Yet [Worldbuilding]

Eugene was unlucky enough to be kidnapped by a System and transmigrate into the fantasy magic strategy game he had just bought. Then the System malfunctioned, leaving all his cheat functions useless. System: "Please wait patiently, Host. You can return to your original world once the game ends." "There are only two known ways for the strategy game to end: 1. Conquer the continent and beat the game. 2. Your regime collapses, your lord dies, and the game ends in failure." Eugene looked at his death-from-the-start scenario: he was a son of a demon hated by the Church, his older brother, who wanted to kill him, had just been crowned, and he had been exiled to the frozen Godforsaken Lands with only a few dozen serfs nearly starved to death... That's it? Conquer the continent? System: "Since the System is currently unable to help, the wise choice is to speed up the end of the game. Please do your best to bring about the fall of your country!" And so... System: "According to the game guide, the Church venerates the gods and hates magic." Eugene: "Then I'll teach myself magic, and make everyone under me learn it too!" System: "According to the game guide, beastfolk will never be slaves, and they're experts at breaking promises." Eugene: "Then I'll recruit beastfolk slaves by the thousands and sign an alliance with their organizations!" System: "According to the game guide, that butler, that merchant, and that apprentice will all betray you in the end." Eugene: "Then I'll give them important positions. Hopefully, the moment they betray me, my territory will be finished!" With the System's help, Eugene worked diligently to bring about the fall of his country, year after year. By the time the System came to its senses, it found the Host sitting on the throne. The kings of every other country on the continent were trembling below him, the beastfolk army stood ready to march, and mage towers stretched as far as the eye could see, targeting the Church! The butler reported with a smile, "Your Majesty, the mana cannons are fully charged. We can unleash the Twilight of the Gods at any time." Facing the enraged Church and gods, Eugene smiled pleasantly. "We cherish peace and would never attack first. The mage towers and mana cannons are just decorations!" The gods: "Heh heh heh." The System couldn't understand. Its data began to glitch, and it spoke in the voice of the God of Fate: "Host! What are you doing?" Eugene: "Just as you said, I'm doing my best to bring about the fall of my country." It's just that the country falling isn't mine. It's your divine kingdom! Coming soon: The Chinese Culinary God Shocks the Stars. Add it to your collection if you're interested. Blurb: The imperial chef Zhu Yuci resigned from his post and transmigrated to the interstellar world that very night. In this strange new world of highly advanced technology, humanity is plagued by sensory numbness caused by the rapid evolution of their mental power. Only delicious food can awaken their five senses, and so chefs have risen in status. Rubbing his hands together, Zhu Yu logged onto the Star Network, hoping to see the new recipes his colleagues in this world had to offer. Instead, he saw: "For home cooking, buy our blended seasoning essence and get a food-shaping base for free. Cutting-edge technology: stir and mix, and recreate a chef's delicious dishes right at home!" "Today, let's make a white person's meal, popular online in the Medieval Era: boil eggs and chicken breast with a little salt, cut some air-freighted cucumber into strips, and carefully arrange everything on a plate for the perfect meal!" "Great, I finally got a reservation. Let's try this famous chef's signature prepared meal. Just have a robot heat it up. Now let's taste it. Mmm, one bite and blood gushes everywhere. No wonder he's the king of rare steak!" "We carefully selected the most precious sliver of fruit flesh from a hundred Chinese bayberries. Take note: each strand is thin enough to pass through the eye of a needle! Then we used a molecular pulverizer and reconstruction device to make this top-of-the-line Chinese bayberry caviar! It perfectly recreates the flavor of Chinese bayberries! No wonder this is the molecular cuisine that the gold medal winner of last year's famous chefs' competition is most proud of this year!" Zhu Yu was stunned. Zhu Yu couldn't understand. He took several deep breaths, then slammed the table and stood up. "You actually call this garbage food!" It was time to give this world a little taste of the Eight Great Cuisines of China. Four-Joy Meatballs and Double-Crisp Stir-Fry, Sea Cucumber Braised with Scallions and Pork Cooked in a Clay Pot. Clear broth, bright and fresh; creamy broth, rich and smooth. Together, they make a perfect feast that outshines all others! Mapo tofu and poached spicy beef, husband-and-wife lung slices and spicy blood curd, plus the ultimate weapon, hot pot! Fiery, fragrant, and delicious, it makes you eat until tears and snot are streaming down your face, unable to stop! Wenchang chicken, roasted marinated pigeon, and steamed sea bass. Chicken that tastes like chicken, fish that tastes like fish. The simplest approach is best, and authentic flavors move the heart! Stinky mandarin fish, hairy tofu, and river snail rice noodles. They smell foul but taste delicious. Their flavors take a strange path, inspiring both fierce hatred and wild love! From then on, Chinese cuisine swept across the stars. The richest man in the interstellar world spent a fortune on a dish by Zhu Yu. The interstellar king of singers was photographed by paparazzi queuing for a reservation late at night. And the empire's marshal, who had suffered from anorexia for years, suddenly logged on to brag: "Good morning. How did you know Zhu Yu said yes to my proposal yesterday?" Theme: Humanity does not believe in gods, and takes its own destiny into its own hands.