At the Beginning of Survival on the Wild Planet, the System Taught Me the Hand-Rubbing Civilization

Bad news: traveling across the stars, I, Zhang Yang, may be the last human being in the universe. Good news: I have an aunt called "Bean Bao" who can move mountains, fill seas, and create a civilization. "Aunt Lin, other survivors of the apocalypse are struggling to survive. Why do we look like we are here to build infrastructure?" Aunt Lin responded calmly: "According to the data, there is a 97% probability that other survivors can't even wrench out a wrench." "…Okay, you win." When I was frozen for 5,800 years, Aunt Lin told me that a fleet of level four civilizations was approaching 1,100 light years away and was expected to arrive in 2300. It seems that the important task of restarting human civilization will fall on me, a man in science and engineering, and my "all-powerful old lady" AI.