The Queen of the Cultivation System Is in Love with the System

Just because I complained about a certain development game, I was captured by a mysterious force and sent to a different world to do a mission. The winged birdman tells the heroine that she can go home if she becomes the strongest queen in the world. The heroine was dumbfounded... This is a primitive tribe... There is no army, no government, no rules, no money... The people here are so chatty that I can't understand them at all… People here speak with their fists… … Hostess: This makes me feel more uncomfortable than killing me! … But it doesn't matter, we have supplies! Famine? Come! The Queen will serve you roast suckling pig! Digging too slowly with a shovel? Come! The Queen will give you an excavator! Want to cultivate your sentiment? Someone is coming! Bring up the Queen's grand piano! Do you think walking is too slow? Save points quickly! When you save enough, ask the Queen to get a bicycle! ... "Queen! The king of the country next door wants to borrow our excavator!" Queen: "Silly boy, a treasure like an excavator cannot be loaned out easily."