Starfall: Manufacturing Returns to the Stars

Lu Chen woke up from the wreckage of the spacecraft, his mouth full of the smell of blood, his right leg was pierced, and he was surrounded by 346 corpses. He is the only survivor of the "Nuwa" colonial spacecraft, which crashed on a strange planet without even coordinates. "Your survival probability is 11.7%." AI Nuwa said calmly. No rescue, no tools, no food. There was only a barren gray-black wilderness and an AI that spoke like a textbook. But Lu Chen is a graduate of mechanical engineering. He sharpened his stone knife, cut down branches, lit a fire, and built his first shelter under the unfamiliar starlight. What he doesn't know is that deep underground on this planet, ancient beings from another dimension sleep, and enemies from distant galaxies have locked his coordinates. When the first alien warship appeared in the sky, Lu Chen tightened his grip on the rough stone ax in his hand. "Nuwa, teach me how to make weapons." "Let's start with steelmaking."