In the Wasteland, I Have a Mobile Ark and Can Build Nuclear Fusion by Hand

Lin Mu was a national-level chief engineer. After dying in the line of duty, he opened his eyes as an eighteen-year-old boy on the wasteland, on the verge of starving to death. All he had was a 15-square-meter, junked "Ant-class" platform, with only 72 hours of power left. But for him, that was enough. Discarded bearings, broken springs, rusted steel plates: in his hands, they became divine weapons. A bandit's "Wolf-class" platform? One sharp turn and a centrifugal-force cable were enough to shred its drive shaft. While others scavenged for junk, he built a nuclear fusion reactor by hand in a garbage heap. When the doomsday plates began tearing the earth apart and every survivor was fleeing for their life, he broadcast a single message: "The land is contaminated, but civilization doesn't have to put down roots. Anyone who wants to leave, get aboard." Starting with a 15-square-meter iron box, he would build a mobile ark that would never dock.