The System Mecha is so unscientific

The shadows flickered around Da, Mirra, and Elysia as they stood within the Chamber of Shadows, the dark energy swirling ominously. As they prepared to face the trial, a lingering sense of dread crept into their hearts. But amid the darkness, the whispers morphed, weaving tales from the depths of the Underlands—ancient legends that echoed through the ages.

“Listen closely,” a voice resonated, deep and gravelly, reverberating through the chamber. “It is said that in the time of old, these lands were once known as the Obsidian Lands, ruled by dwarves, mighty and proud. Under their leadership, the dwarven empire flourished, crafting treasures and forging alliances that spanned realms.”

The shadows began to mold into forms, depicting scenes of a flourishing dwarven kingdom. The echoes of axes hammering against anvils, the glint of precious gems, and the laughter of dwarves filled the air. Da could see bustling forges where dwarven artisans crafted legendary weapons and armors from the rarest materials.

“Among these dwarves was Grand Emperor Black Rock, a ruler of great stature and ambition,” the voice continued. “He was known for his wisdom, yet, beneath his legendary status lay an insatiable craving for power.”

The images shifted again, now displaying Emperor Black Rock in a grand throne room, his expression one of fierce determination and commanding presence. His beard was braided with silver and adorned with jewels, and beneath the weight of his crown, his gaze pierced the air with ambition.

“One fateful day, while exploring the depths of the earth, he discovered a colossal egg—a gnarled sphere larger than two hills, pulsing with a dark, ominous energy.” The shadows flickered, revealing an expansive cave, inside which lay the massive egg glowing as if it was alive.

“Emperor Black Rock believed that controlling whatever creature hatched from this egg would grant him dominion over all realms, solidifying the dwarven empire’s legacy across the cosmos,” the voice intoned, forebodingly.

Da felt a shiver run down his spine, as the egg’s glow intensified in the shadowy depictions. “But what was inside?” he wondered aloud.

The shadows darkened, shifting from awe to foreboding as the voice continued. “Blinded by ambition, Black Rock grew increasingly obsessed, devoting all his resources to protect and nurture the egg. He summoned his greatest alchemists and enchanters, commanding them to weave spells of protection around the egg while he plotted in secret.”

Soon, the images changed again, revealing a once-great civilization beginning to fray at the edges. Dwarves of the realm grew uneasy, whispers of discontent birthing factions among the clan.

“His obsession twisted into madness,” the voice resonated, matching the pounding of Da’s heart. “As the egg prepared to hatch, strange happenings began to plague the kingdom—disappearances, madness, and dark omens haunted the dwarves. They knew that something terrible had awakened within the depths.”

Da could feel the tensions within the dwarven kingdom as the once-thriving civilization began to fracture under the grip of fear and paranoia. The loyalty of the dwarves shifted, and unrest swelled in the hearts of those who once revered their Emperor.


“Finally, the moment of emergence arrived,” the voice echoed ominously, the shadows swirling into a chaotic tempest. “From the depths of the egg, a creature was born—not a majestic beast to be controlled, but a Worm Dragon, a colossal being of sheer terror, whose existence threatened to consume the very realms Black Rock sought to dominate.”

The images shifted dramatically. Da’s breath caught at the sight of a gigantic figure thrashing violently in the shadows—scales glistening like obsidian, a serpentine body coiling and unfurling, with eyes holding the malice of unfathomable destruction.

“The Worm Dragon, feared for its might, did not bend to the will of Black Rock. It unleashed chaos upon the Obsidian Lands, wreaking havoc and igniting the flames of war within the dwarven kingdom. The power Black Rock hoped to impose slipped through his fingers, and madness engulfed him completely.”


The shadows painted a vivid picture of the empire’s collapse. Kings became tyrants; kingdoms turned to ruin; friends became foes as the foundation of dwarven society splintered. Black Rock’s insanity spread like wildfire, dooming the Obsidian Lands and transforming them into the Underlands, a realm cloaked in darkness.

“The once-proud dwarves dwindled into fractured tribes, hiding from the horrors that roamed the depths, and the Worm Dragon became a legend—a force of chaos and destruction that haunted their memories.”

As the tale came to a close, the echoes of the Chamber of Shadows faded, and the swirling darkness began to recede. Da, Mirra, and Elysia felt the weight of the story settle heavily upon them, a warning that resonated deep within their hearts.


“I cannot help but wonder if this legend holds clues to our trial,” Da murmured, looking at his companions. “The shadows spoke of power and ambition turning to madness. Do we face something similar within ourselves?”

Mirra nodded, the weight of the story evident on her brow. “If we are to succeed in our trial, we must confront not only our personal fears but the shadows of our own ambitions. Perhaps those echoes can guide us in this challenge.”

“The Underlands are a world steeped in stories,” Elysia added. “But we make our choices. We can learn from the past and carve out a new narrative, ensuring that we do not fall into the same traps.”

With that resolve, the chamber began to illuminate, forming a pathway leading into the next phase of their trial. The darkness that had once enveloped them now gave way to a shimmering passageway, filled with the promise of answers.

As they stepped forward, Da felt the echoes of the dwarven legends reverberating within him, igniting a newfound determination. They were not just explorers—they were part of a legacy, forged by the lessons of the past. Together, they would confront the shadows while steering their fate toward a brighter future.

With purpose in their steps, the trio advanced into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever awaited them in the Underlands. Little did they know that the shadows of the past were not finished with them just yet.