After transmigrating into the age of interstellar colonization, Ye Xing became the laughingstock of the entire universe.
While others started with mecha energy mines, he was dumped on the most useless garbage planet, with only three half-naked primitives for company. The live-stream chat was flooded with comments: [Bet this loser starves to death within three days!]
Yet while others were fighting over a single energy stone, Ye Xing had already made glass from mud. And while their mecha were breaking down, he had already built a hydroelectric generator by hand.
Laughing at me for smelting steel with my bare hands? I'll fire an electromagnetic cannon right back at you. Mocking my shoddy materials? I'll build you a space fleet straight from an orbital junkyard!
The whole universe's mockery gradually turned into fawning: [Boss, you call this a primitive civilization?!]
