One Sentence to Teach You How to Scrimp Your Way to the Top Across the Stars

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From the start, she got a System that charged her even for breathing, and Silver Zhao, transmigrated into a bottom-dwelling girl on a garbage planet, had no choice but to embrace the frugality and thrift advocated in her previous life's country.

Don't throw away scrapped mechs. Fix them up, and they'll take down the neighboring nation's God of War.

Don't throw away retired warships. Modify them, and they'll blow up a nest of a hundred thousand insectoids.

Don't throw away disabled big shots. Nurse them back to health, and you can form a boy band of disabled people and debut... No, that won't work. She just got beaten up.

A new student arrived at the Capital Military Academy this year and broke eighteen student records as soon as she enrolled.

Fastest time to clear the simulated battlefield, prize: 1,000 starcoins x 100.

Most consecutive wins in the competition, prize: 30,000 starcoins x 20.

Highest military merit rank among students, prize: 200,000 starcoins x 3.

Students who didn't know the story: The top spot in every record belongs to that big shot. She's incredible.

Teachers who did know: She squeezed every last bit out of the prize money for every record. She's so stingy!

Reader's Guide:

1. The title makes no sense. It's purely clickbait.

2. I tried to write a face-slapping power fantasy, but it may well veer into absurd comedy, so I can't promise the plot will make sense, either.

3. The heroine won't be romance-obsessed; her career comes first, though she'll attract plenty of unrequited crushes. No couples in the main story. Couples will appear in the extras.

-- Here's an upcoming novel: "Daddy-Level Side Character, God of the Arena [Mecha]" --

Jiang Zhan transmigrated into an interstellar power fantasy novel as a military academy freshman. Because she was always so drowsy she could barely keep her eyes open, she missed the team registration deadline, and the school System assigned her to a second-year troublemaker squad that were cannon fodder at the start of the original story.

On the first day she joined the team,

the commander issued his first and only order: Fight on your own.

The mecha pilot was fighting their own teammates.

The maintenance mechanic went off to challenge someone one-on-one, and couldn't be found.

The medic had quit a few days earlier, unable to take it anymore.

After the sniper blasted both her and himself off the field with a cannon, Jiang Zhan opened her dead-fish eyes. In a single mech, she cut down hundreds of competitors, charged across the finish line, grabbed the championship flag, and submitted her request to leave the team.

Later,

Mecha pilot: Dad, don't go!

Commander: Dad, we'll do whatever you say!

Sniper: Dad, am I kneeling properly?

Maintenance mechanic: Dad, if I run off again, break my legs!

Later still,

From the treacherous planet of eternal night to the deadly star teeming with alien beasts, Jiang Zhan led her four teammates across the vast sea of stars, reopening countless planets sealed away by natural disasters. The former troublemaker squad became the Empire's sharpest blade. When interviewed by the media, they each shared their secret to success:

Mecha pilot: Call him Dad, and do it enthusiastically.

Commander: Remember everything Dad says.

Sniper: Practice your kneeling posture often.

Maintenance mechanic: The secret is to suck up!

Jiang Zhan: I'm so sleepy. I'm going to bed.

Theme: Managing a household frugally