I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

On the way back to the Gray Mountain tribe.

Vera was still a little blushing. She followed closely behind Lynn, but she was always a step or two behind.

Vera was unsure how to face Lynn after her hasty actions.

Lynn didn't seem to have any particular thoughts.

I felt refreshed and the air was so fresh.

He was carrying a large bag of fish, dozens or even hundreds of them.

And they are all big fish.

These fish weren't all caught by fishing; some were caught directly by him using a wooden magic net.

Upon returning to the tribe.

The tribe was bustling with activity, having gathered many people from the Minotaur and Pig-headed tribes.

They all looked at Lynn with curiosity upon seeing her arrival.

Until a kobold called out, "Greetings, Prophet!!"

The minotaurs and pig-headed people, as if waking from a dream, also shouted loudly, "Greetings, Great Prophet!!"

Then everyone started discussing it.

"The Prophet was actually a human."

"As a human being, the prophet actually cares about us weak races, ensuring we have enough to eat and wear. I feel the prophet is a saint."

"Yes, if it weren't for the Prophet sending the kobolds to bring food, our tribe would probably have people starving to death every month."

......

???

Lynn was puzzled by the discussion of the pig-headed and minotaur people.

Am I really that good?

However, Lynn seemed to remember something soon; he seemed to have mentioned a concept from the Confucian school of thought in ancient China to Dogg before.

He said he felt the races of the Magic Forest were living too miserably, and he wanted to build a utopian society where everyone could have enough to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to live.

That was just Lynn and Dogg showing off when they were discussing the cult.

Did Dogg actually take it seriously?

I saw Lynn return.

Lynn's most loyal lackey—Dog the Dog Witch.

"My Lord, you're back. The rice and noodles you requested are ready."

"As expected of you, Dogg, you're always so reliable." Lynn patted Dogg on the shoulder to encourage him.

Dog was quite pleased to receive Lynn's praise, and his lizard eyes narrowed with delight.

"It's what I should do for the gods!"

Dog's eyes constantly conveyed those two words!

Loyal Orange!!

We arrived at the kitchen of the Gray Mountain tribe.

The prepared rice and dough balls were piled up into a small mountain.

These rice and noodle doughs were prepared by Lynn Rangdog, referencing the recipe for mixed rice noodles from Nanchang City.

After soaking the rice in advance, grind it into a paste, then press out the water, shape it into balls, and then cook it in water to make rice dough.

A large group of kobolds, pig-headed men, minotaurs, and the cooks of the Puji were looking at Lynn with eyes that showed either admiration, respect, or astonishment.

This made Lynn feel a little uncomfortable.

This feeling of being respected and admired by others made Lynn feel inexplicably uncomfortable for a moment.

He has never truly experienced this feeling.

However, it happened very quickly.

Lynn adjusted her mindset.

After all, there are still many people waiting to be fed tonight.

Under Lynn's direction, the kitchen operated smoothly, like flowing water.

During this process, a minotaur and a pig-headed man caught Lynn's attention. These two guys were actually high-level warriors, and they cooperated with Lynn very well.

"Mouthman, tell me your name," Lynn asked curiously.

"Revered Prophet, my name is Agam!" the minotaur replied.

"Oh, Forrest Gump, you're a genius!"

Tell me your identity!

Lynn praised him lavishly, but he also noticed that this minotaur was someone special.

"Reporting to the Prophet, I am the chieftain of the Bloodhoof tribe!" the tauren Agan answered loudly, feeling extremely honored by the prophet's praise.

"And you, pig-headed man, tell me your name!" Lynn approached the pig-headed man and asked in the same way.

"Respected Prophet, my name is Ah Qiang!" the pig-headed man replied.

"Oh, you pig-headed Qiang, you're a genius too!"

Tell me your identity!

Lynn also praised him generously.

"Reporting to the Prophet, I am the chieftain of the Graymane Tribe," the pig-headed man, Aqiang, replied loudly. The prophet's praise made him feel very honored.

"Tell me, as chiefs, why have you come to the kitchen!"

Upon hearing Lynn's question, Forrest and Qiang exchanged a glance, then answered in unison with unwavering determination, "Your Excellency the Prophet, we wish to work with you to serve the people and fulfill their wish of having enough to eat and wear."

"Great! Very energetic!"

"You have high ideals! But you shouldn't be here!"

"You should return to the people and lead them to prosperity and strength."

"Not in the kitchen!"

"That's what makes you truly valuable! You are chiefs, not cooks!"

"Now, let's return to the people!"

"Later I will teach you appropriate breathing and meditation techniques. I hope you will not let me down!"

Hearing Lynn's words, the two were moved, but they still insisted, "We will certainly not disappoint the prophet's expectations, but please allow us to go with you this time."

Seeing that the two insisted, Lynn didn't say anything more.

Instead, she continued to direct the kitchen's operations.

This time, due to the large number of people...

More than 100,000 people dined there.

Including the Puji, there are over 200,000.

This time, Lynn used the method of cooking in a large pot.

The dishes served included home-style dishes such as stir-fried river shrimp with chives, pickled fish, stir-fried eggs with chives, pork belly with minced garlic, stir-fried beef with garlic, stewed pork with radish and vermicelli, and stir-fried chicken with mushrooms.

Don't ask cow-headed people or pig-headed people if they eat beef or pork.

Puji eats mushrooms every day.

Even with the help of others and the use of magic and supernatural powers, Lynn still felt overwhelmed.

However, seeing this large group of people enjoying the food she had cooked, Lynn felt a strange sense of joy, a mixture of exhaustion and happiness.

When things got too busy, Vera and Ivital joined in.

Vera came to Lynn's side, her face flushed with shyness.

However, her movements were very swift, following Lynn's instructions.

Carefully controlling the heat, I stir-fried the garlic-infused pork belly in the large pot.

Ivital then instructed everyone to serve the different dishes separately and directed several clever kobolds to learn how to count and distribute them.

When bowls and plates of steaming hot dishes and rice noodles were carried out of the kitchen and delivered to the open space in the center of the tribe.

An indescribable silence, a mixture of anxious anticipation and a sense of blissful anticipation, instantly enveloped the dark mass of people.

Then, a burst of noise and vitality erupted.

The dog-headed people crowded at the front. They were small but exceptionally agile, holding wooden bowls bigger than their faces, and gazing longingly at their compatriots who were distributing food.

When a generous spoonful of glistening shiitake mushrooms and chicken, along with a thick broth, is poured over snow-white rice noodles.

Their tails wag uncontrollably and they emit a satisfied "woof woof" sound.

The dog-headed man, oblivious to the heat, squatted down and began slurping loudly. Even as his tongue lolled out from the burn, he refused to stop, his face smeared with sauce, but his eyes were filled with pure joy.

The Minotaur are much more boisterous.

They took the mountain of food with their strong arms and sat together in small groups.

Chief Agan was also carrying a large plate. He didn't eat it immediately, but first shared it with a young-looking minotaur cub beside him, patting the cub's head.

He then grabbed a piece of stewed radish and meat that had been cooked until tender and stuffed it into his mouth.

As he chewed, he exhaled satisfied steam from his large nostrils, his bell-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a relaxed, almost naive smile appeared on his usually resolute face.

Rough exclamations of praise and the clatter of cutlery echoed among them.

The little creatures were also happily eating.

Although they usually eat mostly mushrooms, when they consume the food they are given,

Their faces were filled with happy and satisfied smiles.

They make a soothing "plop~ plop~" sound.

When these little puddings get together, they look like a bunch of wriggling, colorful mushroom puddings—utterly adorable.

The wild boar-man eats with the most unrestrained manner, yet also with the greatest satisfaction.

They bared their fangs as they devoured the garlic-fried beef, oblivious to the grease dripping from their mouths, making loud smacking noises and satisfied hums.

An old boar-man ate a few bites of scrambled eggs with chives, then suddenly wiped his eyes with the back of his rough hand and mumbled to the young boar-man beside him, "Kid, these eggs... are really delicious."

"I've never eaten such delicious eggs in my entire life."

There was an almost dreamlike happiness in his cloudy eyes.

"We have to thank the Prophet for all of this!"

"The Prophet is so kind; he even cooks for lowly races like us!"

……

Lynn stood at the kitchen doorway and took off her greasy apron.

He watched quietly as this vast, noisy, and joyful scene of happiness spread out.

The residual heat of the stove was still warming his back, his arms were a little sore from tossing the wok for so long, and his nasal cavity still smelled of various spices and smoke.

But a strange, warm sense of fulfillment slowly welled up from the depths of my heart, washing away all my fatigue.

Is this happiness?

He originally transmigrated here, carrying the advantages of a gamer from his previous life, and his thoughts were on how to survive better, how to gain power, and so on...

Yeah, I'll build a huge harem and enjoy a Western fantasy life surrounded by beautiful girls.

His definition of happiness was once heavily influenced by personal enjoyment.

But these kobolds, minotaurs, boarmen, and pugs... these races, often regarded as background figures or even "low-level monsters" that players can easily farm in the world of "Gods' Crown," have such simple yet difficult happiness.

It was just a full meal.

It's simply being able to sit together with family and relatives, without worrying about where the next meal will come from, and without having to shiver in the cold wind searching for a few pitiful roots or rotten flesh.

Their smiles were devoid of any gloom, so utterly satisfied, as if they possessed the whole world.

This stark contrast gently touched a chord within Lynn.

He recalled the ancient text he had read in his previous life—"The Book of Rites: The Great Way in Action".

Those were words that depicted the highest social ideals of the ancient Chinese people. At this moment, the words clearly surfaced in my mind, creating a wonderful resonance with the scene before me:

"When the Great Way prevails, the world is a commonwealth; the virtuous and capable are chosen; and trustworthiness and harmony are valued. Therefore, people do not only love their own parents and children, but ensure that the elderly are cared for until their end, the able-bodied are employed, the young are nurtured, and the widowed, orphaned, childless, disabled, and sick are all provided for..."

The elderly are cared for, and children are nurtured.

Everyone can have enough to eat, everyone has clothes to wear, and everyone has a place to live.

There is no racial hierarchy of contempt, no life-or-death struggle for a little bit of resources, everyone can earn dignity and food through their own efforts, and everyone can show such a simple and contented smile under the sun.

Is this the utopian society he used to show off in front of Dogg?

It turns out that a casual thought, a word used to embellish appearances, represents such a simple yet profound happiness.

He originally only wanted to win people's hearts with food, improve their lives with technology, and build his own power.

Unexpectedly...

"Happiness... it turns out it can be so simple," Lynn murmured to herself, a complex smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips. "Yet it's also so difficult."

A pair of warm hands gently took his arm.

Vera appeared beside him at some point, her silver hair gleaming softly in the campfire and moonlight.

She didn't speak, but simply rested her head on his shoulder, her emerald eyes gazing at the bustling and blissful ocean.

She saw the minotaur cubs nestled beside their fathers, licking the rim of their bowls; she saw the old kobolds trembling as they gave the last piece of meat in their bowls to their even older mates; she saw the puffies huddled together, making comfortable "puff puff" sounds; she also saw her own kind. Although the elves ate with restraint, the joy on their faces was just as genuine. They ate at the same table with other races without any barriers.

A grand and warm emotion flowed through her heart.

She turned her head and looked at Lynn's profile illuminated by the firelight. There was weariness on it, but more than that, there was a kind of tranquility and determination that she could not fully understand, yet which deeply attracted her.

She seems to want to understand him a little better.

Not just Lynn who can cook delicious food and has a slightly mischievous streak, but also Lynn who can bring smiles to the faces of so many different races and who carries a broad vision in his heart.

Just then, the familiar system notification sounded again in Lynn's field of vision:

Congratulations, Your Excellency, you have received the supreme proclamation—Universal Harmony.

This is an ultimate ideal that transcends race, class, gender, nationality, and region. All lives that understand and endorse this ideal will spontaneously rally under your banner and fight for it for life.