The System Mecha is so unscientific

Da West staggered as he crossed the threshold of the portal, feeling reality shift around him. The vibrant light of the Tear Crystal faded into darkness, and he found himself standing in a landscape that felt both unfamiliar and eerily familiar. Silent shadows flickered at the edges of his vision, and a thick fog swirled around his feet, muffling his footsteps.

He took a moment to gather his bearings. The air felt charged with an energy he had never before experienced—heavy with uncertainty—and the atmosphere buzzed with an unsettling anticipation. In the distance, the terrain ended in a steep cliff, overlooking a vast chasm that seemed to stretch endlessly into the abyss. This was the Trial of Fear, and he could feel its grip clenching around his heart.


As Da ventured forward, the shadows began to coalesce, and familiar figures emerged. They were embodiments of his fears and insecurities—echoes of the doubts that had plagued him throughout his life. Each person appeared as a reflection of himself: the insecure boy who felt he would forever be eclipsed by his father’s legacy, the young man who questioned every decision he ever made, and the tearful friend who feared he would fail to protect those he loved.

“Here’s your chance to confront us,” the figures whispered in unison, their voices a haunting chorus. “Are you truly worthy? Will you risk everything, even if it means facing your own shortcomings?”

Visceral fear crawled over his skin. Da knew he needed to resist their call; he couldn’t allow his past to dictate the course of his future. Drawing in a deep breath, he steadied himself, recalling the courage he had mustered only moments before. “I am not defined by my fears! I am shaped by how I confront them!”


Suddenly, the shadows lunged toward him, forming a swirling mass of doubt that threatened to consume him. Da felt the weight of their accusations pressing down on him—his failures, his inadequacies. But instead of succumbing, he allowed the memories to wash over him, acknowledging each emotion as they crashed against him like waves.

“I’ve made mistakes,” he shouted defiantly, unyielding against the rushing tide of negativity. “But I’ve also learned and grown! I may stumble, but I will get back up. Every failure has brought me closer to who I am meant to be.”

As his words echoed into the void, the shadows began to dissipate, swirling and fading like mist under the morning sun. With each declaration of his resolve, Da rediscovered fragments of his own strength, illuminating the dark corners of his past with newfound clarity.


As the last of the spectral forms faded, Da felt a surge of triumph. But his victory was short-lived, for the ground trembled beneath him. A rumbling sound echoed from the cliff, and the scenery transformed before his eyes. The once-stable ground gave way, revealing jagged stones jutting out where solid earth had been mere moments before.

Ahead loomed The Trial of Sacrifice—a perilous path along the cliff that would test the depth of his commitment. To proceed, he would need to traverse a treacherous pathway, each step a testament to his willingness to risk for the greater good.

As he took his first tentative step onto the narrow ledge, a blinding light erupted from his left. There, at the edge of the precipice, stood a figure shrouded in brilliance—the manifestation of his loved ones. Their eyes, filled with expectation, peered over the edge as if daring him to jump to the other side.

“Will you leap, Da?” Mirra’s voice rang out. “Will you risk everything for us? For all of humanity?”

Da’s heart raced. The weight of their expectations pressed heavily on his shoulders. What they did not know was that he had felt the selfish desires bubble within him, questioning if he was enough to be their protector. He turned to face the luminous figures, acknowledging his fears but holding steady.

“I will!” he declared, letting the thrill of courage surge through him. “But not just for you. I leap for everyone—every lost soul within the Tear Ruins, every innocent life! I refuse to let my fear of the unknown dictate my path!”

With that vow, Da launched himself off the ledge, trusting the winds of fate to carry him. The sensation of free-falling rushed through him, and for a fleeting moment, he felt weightless—unbound by his past, his fears, and all the limitations he had imposed upon himself.


The moment seemed to stretch eternally before he landed with a heavy thud on a solid surface, rolling to absorb the impact. As he stood, dusting himself off, he found himself on solid ground—not just any ground but the vibrant center of the Tear Ruins, echoing with life and potential.

This new landscape shimmered with all the colors of possibility, a canvas that could become a world restored if only he embraced his next challenge. The Trial of Legacy unfold before him in the form of swirling images—worlds that had come before, and those that might yet be born.

In this space, Da saw flashes of potential futures—cities rising from the ashes, the hearts of people united, like threads woven together to create something greater than the sum of its parts. He recognized those from the fractured histories who had once dreamed of excellence only to find their aspirations lost to despair.

The brilliance of their hopes ignited something within him. “I am not just weaving my own story,” he murmured. “I will tell theirs, too.”


Just then, the guardian emerged from the shimmering light, a form now shimmering with approval and pride. “You have faced your shadows, and you have leapt towards sacrifice. You stand at the threshold of legacy. What will you choose to carry forward?”

Da met the guardian’s gaze with determination. “I will carry the stories of those who came before to rebuild what was lost. I will guard their dreams and share their legacies with the world. I owe it to them—to give their spirits a chance to thrive once again.”

The guardian nodded, tangible energy swirling around them both. “You have learned well, Weaver of Threads. The Tear Crystal reflects the legacy you have chosen to embrace. With this knowledge, you are ready to forge a new future, one that deeply intertwines with the past.”


With the guardian's words still echoing in his mind, Da approached the Tear Crystal once more. Its light surged, illuminating a path before him—a path filled with potential and hope. He realized that the power contained within the Tear Ruins did not stem from sheer force but from the ability to weave histories into the fabric of the present.

Drawing upon the lessons learned in each trial, Da placed his hand upon the surface of the Tear Crystal. A wave of energy enveloped him, pulling at the depths of his understanding and his emotional core. He could feel the threads of countless stories weave into his own, linking the past with the possibilities of a brighter future.

A brilliant explosion of light erupted, and Da felt himself entwined with the essence of the Tear Ruins. The dreams, the legacies, the sacrifices—all came together, forming a tapestry crafted from hope and determination.


As the light faded, Da found himself standing before a vast expanse—a landscape that pulsed with life and potential. Cities rebuilt from the ashes of despair, art and culture flourishing, communities united in the shared stories of their ancestors. He was now part of something larger, a thriving reality born from the very fabric of what had been lost.

With the Tear Crystal resonating at his side and the guardian's spirit lingering within his heart, Da understood that his journey was far from over. He was not merely a traveler through the Tear Ruins; he was a custodian and a storyteller, destined to weave a narrative that honored the past and embraced the future—a legacy where the dreams of those who had come before could live again.

As he set forth into this vibrant new reality, Da felt a sense of purpose ignite within him, ready to face the world anew. The Tear Ruins had transformed him, unlocking his potential as he embraced the profound connection between past, present, and future. He walked forward, ready to share this enlightenment with his city, for there was much left to be accomplished—and the stories were only just beginning.