The Empress-in-the-Making Is in Love with Her System

I only complained about a certain life-simulation game, but a mysterious force dragged me into another world to complete missions. A winged birdman told the heroine that she could go home if she became the world's most powerful empress. The heroine was dumbfounded... This was a primitive tribe... There was no army, no government, no laws, and no money... The people spoke in incomprehensible gibberish... They settled everything with their fists... Heroine: “This is even worse than killing me!” But no worries, no worries. We have supplies! Famine? Come on! The empress has roast suckling pig for you! Too slow digging with shovels? Come on! The empress has an excavator for you! Want a little culture? Bring out the empress's grand piano! Walking too slow? Hurry up and earn points! Once you have enough, go to the empress for a bicycle! “Empress, empress! The ruler of the neighboring country wants to borrow our excavator!” Empress: “Silly child, a treasure like an excavator can't be lent out so casually.”