Global Interstellar Survival: I Upgrade My Spaceship by Being Cheap

A gamma-ray burst will reach Earth in 72 hours.

The atmosphere will be stripped away, the oceans boiled dry, and every carbon-based life-form on the surface wiped out.

Humanity poured the world's resources into building ten thousand ark ships.

Each could carry one hundred thousand people, humanity's last hope.

Lin Mo couldn't get a ticket. All he could find was a defective ship rejected by quality control:

The Pinduoduo.

Other people's arks were streamlined space swans. His was a tin can patched over with patch after patch.

Other ships carried one hundred thousand people. His was rated for fifty thousand, and even that was a stretch.

Before launch, it was 372 kilograms overweight. The engineers were sweating bullets, insisting it would never get off the ground.

Lin Mo smiled.

A god-tier penny-pincher from the 22nd century, charging by the gram.

372 kilograms? That's all?

[God-Tier Penny-Pinching System successfully bound!]

From then on, there was one absurdly outrageous ark more in the universe.

Armor too thick? Shave off seven centimeters. The ship gets lighter, and its strength increases by 37 percent!

Engine guzzling fuel? Remove eighteen tons of junk parts. Thrust quadruples, and fuel consumption is cut in half!

Shields not holding? Turn off the 360-degree all-around defense and switch to a cone-shaped precision shield. Its power triples!

Not enough food? Strip the ecological modules down from top to bottom three times. Production triples, creating a fully closed material cycle!

Other captains:

“That's a wreck, not an ark! Don't take us down with you when it falls apart!”

The Pinduoduo rockets from outside the top ten thousand all the way into the top hundred.