The System Mecha is so unscientific

As Da, Mirra, and Elysia stepped through the swirling portal, they found themselves in an unsettling landscape that shimmered with fractured realities, each reflection revealing fleeting elements of their past ambitions, dreams, and failures. Even as they braced for the Trial of Worthiness, Da couldn’t shake the creeping sensation that a larger threat loomed, one intertwined with the echoes of the past—the Mad King who had reigned chaos upon the Obsidian Lands.

Within the depths of his mind, a soft chime resounded—an integral notification from the Mighty Multiverse Gundam System (MMGS), the entity that had bestowed upon him extraordinary powers and a strange sense of purpose.

[System Notification: New Mission Acquired] 
Objective: Stop the Mad King and kill the World Eater.  
Failing this mission may lead to the destruction of multiple realms. 
Initiating Protocols for Mission Integration.

Da remained outwardly calm, but internally, his thoughts raced. The revelations he’d encountered throughout his journey had now converged, and it was clear that the waking powers of the Worm Dragon and the Mad King were now bound together in a convergence threatening to devastate the worlds he knew.

The ethereal landscape around them morphed, unfolding into vivid imagery once more. This time, the scene depicted Grand Emperor Black Rock, shrouded in dark energy, rallying a legion of shadowy figures—goblins and monstrous beings born of madness. They stood at the precipice of a destruction that spanned not only the Underlands but reached beyond the horizons of all realms.

“Da,” Mirra’s voice broke through his troubled thoughts, “are you seeing this? We can’t let this happen!”

“I know,” Da replied, struggling to maintain his composure. “But we have to navigate through our past first. It seems that the visions of our ambitions will guide us to the key to stop him.”

Elysia eyed Da with curiosity but held her tongue, not fully aware of the weight his thoughts bore regarding the MMGS. She sensed the urgency in his gaze, the way it hinted at a deeper understanding of the trials ahead.

“Come on,” Da urged, shaking off his internal turmoil. “Let’s focus on the trial. Our worthiness here might unlock the next piece of our mission.”


As they advanced further into the ephemeral landscape, they reached the heart of the trial—an expansive arena encircled by towering shadows, familiar forms of their past materializing in the dark.

“Behold the echoes!” a voice, reminiscent of Thalon, resonated across the arena. “To claim the Warhammer of Kings, each of you must face the embodiment of your ambitions and the consequences that stemmed from them.”

One by one, apparitions materialized before them, memories manifesting as fierce challenges—hardly visible among the shadows, yet every spectral figure bore their own significance.

Da’s specter emerged first, the darker reflection of himself—a version draped in regret, chained by failures to protect his loved ones, ambitions twisted into despair.

“I can’t let you take the Warhammer,” the specter hissed, its voice echoing with his own doubts. “You’ll lead to ruin just as Black Rock did.”


“Enough!” Da shouted, finding strength in the clarity of his purpose. “I know my mistakes, but I refuse to be defined by them! I will protect those I love and lead them towards a brighter future!”

With those words, a surge erupted within him, igniting a warm light that expanded from his core. The darkness recoiled, twisting and dissipating like mist in sunlight.

“Hurry, you can do this!” Mirra encouraged as her own specter began to take shape. The shadows twisted into a figure resembling Mirra, entrenched in self-doubt, echoing the failures of battles lost.

“Stay back, warrior!” the specter snarled, a blend of anger and disappointment in its tone. “You’ve abandoned your comrades and succumbed to fear!”

“No!” Mirra retorted fiercely, her voice unwavering. “I will not give in! With every challenge, I’ve become stronger and I will face my fears!”

With her declaration, the dark twin began to crumble away, revealing a radiant figure who stood resolute against the shadows.

Elysia watched the exchanges unfold, her thoughts buzzing with apprehension. She could feel the urgency surrounding them and knew her own trial was approaching.

As her specter emerged, it was a twisted reflection of her own self—surrounded by failed inventions and lost hopes. The ghostly visage of a former self berated her: “You’ll never be more than an inventress! Look at what you’ve created, nothing but shattered dreams!”

“I’m more than those failures,” Elysia replied, her voice imbued with the warmth of conviction. “Every stumble has brought me closer to my true potential. I will forge my own path!”

With her statement, Elysia unleashed the vibrant energy of her inventions in a cascade of light, illuminating the darkness. With each radiant burst, her specter faded, leaving a shimmer of light in its wake.


As the three of them stood together amidst beams of light, they felt a connection strengthen between them—an unbreakable tether forged in the fires of their past mistakes and triumphs.

“You’ve overcome the darkness of your ambitions,” the spectral form of Thalon Earthbreaker proclaimed as he reappeared, approval lacing his voice. “Now, the Warhammer of Kings is yours to wield. Use it wisely, for great power must never fall into the hands of one driven solely by ambition.”

With a gesture, the massive Warhammer materialized in the center of the arena, pulsing with vibrant energy, calling out to Da.

“Together, we are stronger,” Da said as he approached the hammer, feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency behind the mission from the MMGS. “And together, we will stop the Mad King and eliminate the World Eater!”

As Da gripped the Warhammer, energy flowed through him, filling him with strength and resilience. The weight of the mission ahead settled more heavily on his shoulders—a battle against the past, the spirits of madness, and the very real threat of a ruler consumed by darkness.


The chamber began to shimmer and fade, the light enveloping them once more. “Now we need to prepare,” Elysia said, a fierce determination lighting up her eyes. “With this hammer, we have a chance to confront Black Rock and his monstrous creation.”

“We’re not just fighting for ourselves,” Mirra added, standing tall. “We’re fighting for everyone who’s suffered at the hands of the Mad King and his chaos.”

“You're right,” Da said, understanding the weight of their mission. “But I must warn you: there’s something I need to keep hidden—a secret I can’t share. The MMGS has given me a mandate I can’t reveal. I trust you both to understand the gravity of this fight.”

“What are you talking about?” Mirra asked, brow furrowing slightly.

“Let’s just say that the system believes it has a broader purpose for us in this conflict,” Da replied cryptically, conscious of the parameters surrounding his use of the MMGS. “But if we work together, we can overcome whatever awaits.”

The chamber’s energy surged, and they felt the pull of destiny dragging them forward. With their newfound power and resolve, the trio steeled themselves for the confrontation ahead.

As the deep shadows of the Underlands loomed behind them, they stepped into the future with courage blazing in their hearts—ready to face the Mad King, wrest the world from the jaws of chaos, and fulfill their mission across the multiverse, one battle at a time.