The System Mecha is so unscientific

As Da, Mirra, and Elysia stepped through the glowing doorway, they entered an expansive chamber that pulsed with energy, laden with a sense of ancient power. The air crackled, heavy with anticipation and lingering echoes of the past. The chamber was vast, with arching ceilings adorned in intricate carvings and the walls shimmering as if coated in a layer of starlit dust. At the center stood a massive altar, crafted from obsidian, and upon it rested a large, ancient tome—the Grimoire of the Underlands.

The sight was breathtaking and overwhelming. Engraved runes glinted across its surface, hinting at immense knowledge and untold secrets waiting to be uncovered.

“This must be it,” Da breathed, stepping forward. “This tome could hold the key to understanding the madness of Emperor Black Rock and the Worm Dragon.”


Elysia approached the altar, her curiosity piqued. “If we can decipher its contents, we might be able to learn how to deal with the Worm Dragon and the legacy of the mad king. It could spell hope for the Underlands.”

With a nod of determination, Da reached for the book, his fingers brushing against its cool, dark cover. As he lifted the tome, a surge of energy ran through him, filling him with a sense of purpose. He opened the book, pages fluttering to life as they revealed illustrations of ancient prophecies, spells, and the history of the realm.

“The Wake of the Mad King,” Da read aloud, his voice firm with meaning. “A ritual designed to awaken the spirit of Emperor Black Rock, allowing him to reclaim his power, should a calamity threaten the Obsidian Lands once more.”

“Awaken him?” Mirra frowned, wrinkles of concern forming on her brow. “Isn’t that a risk? What if he’s just as mad as before?”

Da examined the pages further, his eyes scanning the ancient text. “It says here that during the ritual, the spirit of Black Rock is bound to a vessel, harnessing the energy of the Worm Dragon. If controlled properly, it could provide immense power. But failure to do so can unleash chaos.”

“This can’t be good,” Elysia said, her voice laced with concern. “If he were to return in his madness, there’s no telling what kind of destruction he could bring.”

“We need to understand how to prevent that,” Da replied, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. “If we can find a way to control or contain the spirit—perhaps even turn it against the Worm Dragon—then we may have an opportunity to end this cycle of madness.”

With that determination propelling them, the trio delved deeper into the Grimoire, unraveling details about the Wake of the Mad King. Instructions were intricately woven into histories, outlining the necessary elements for the ritual: powerful relics, tokens from the ancient dwarven kings, and the energy of the Worm Dragon itself.

“We need to gather four key relics,” Da outlined, excitement threading through his voice as he read. “The Warhammer of Kings, the Heartstone of Balance, the Sigil of the Ancients, and the Crown of Tides.”

“What are these relics?” Mirra asked, leaning closer to the tome.

“The Warhammer of Kings symbolizes the strength of the dwarven empire—a weapon forged to control the will of the realms. The Heartstone of Balance maintains harmony in nature, preventing the forces of chaos from overtaking the land. The Sigil of the Ancients grants insight into the mystical energies that govern the Underlands, while the Crown of Tides solidifies dominion over the powers of earth and sky,” Da explained, his voice filled with urgency.

“This is quite the task,” Elysia interjected, her brows knitting in concentration. “If we can retrieve these items, not only can we safeguard ourselves against the Worm Dragon, but we could also potentially find a way to control or contain Black Rock’s spirit.”

“Then let’s start by locating the nearest relic,” Da said, closing the Grimoire. “If we work together and stay focused, we can do this.”


As the trio exited the chamber of the Grimoire, a palpable drive surged within them. The path ahead twisted through corridors lined with spectral light, shadows flitting at the edges of their vision. They were now traversing inner passages of the Underlands, a realm marked by ancient power and the watchful eyes of its former denizens.

“This way!” Mirra exclaimed as she spotted a marking on a nearby rock, resembling the engravings from the tome. “The Warhammer is said to be located in a site known as the Hall of Echoes. It should be nearby!”

They pressed on, eager to reach their destination. The winding path soon opened to a grand cavern, illuminated with luminous flora and crystalline formations that sparkled like diamonds. In its center stood a colossal stone structure resembling a dwarven throne, but more than that, it was adorned with engravings depicting great battles and victories.

“The Hall of Echoes,” Da whispered in awe, taking in the grandeur of the hall.

At that moment, the air shifted, and they felt a surge of energy pulsating from a stone pedestal in the middle. There, embedded within the rock, was the Warhammer of Kings—its shaft intricately carved, and the head glimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Elysia approached cautiously. “We need to be careful. Legend has it that the Warhammer is bound by protective magic.”


As Da reached for the hammer, a resounding voice filled the chamber, booming like thunder. “Who dares to claim the Warhammer of Kings?”

From the shadows, a figure materialized—a haunting spirit clad in ancient dwarven armor, his gaze piercing. “I am Thalon Earthbreaker, guardian of the relic. Only those worthy may wield its power.”

Da stood firm, summoning the courage he had garnered from the trials. “We seek the Warhammer to protect our realms. We aim to prevent a catastrophe greater than any before.”

Thalon’s spectral eyes narrowed, scrutinizing them. “It is not enough to desire power for protection. You must prove your spirits are true and just.”


“Then what must we do?” Mirra asked, stepping forward boldly.

“To wield the Warhammer, one must demonstrate courage, unity, and the strength of heart,” Thalon declared. “You shall enter the Trial of Worthiness. Face the echoes of your past ambitions and prove your integrity.”

Da felt a wave of apprehension wash over him but suppressed it. “We’re ready. We’ve faced our fears before, and we’ll do it again.”

With a flick of Thalon’s wrist, the air shimmered, and a portal opened—a swirling vortex that promised either enlightenment or despair.

“Step forth and overcome the shadows within,” Thalon commanded, the gravitas of the task weighing upon them.

With determination glowing brightly in his chest, Da glanced at Mirra and Elysia, their camaraderie strengthening him. “Together,” he affirmed.

Once more, they plunged into the unknown, ready to face the echoes of their ambitions, confront the shadows left in the wake of the Mad King, and prove their worth to wield the relic that could change the tide of their fate.


As they stepped into the portal, the world around them shifted violently. The fabric of reality wove into scenes from their past, engulfed in light and shadow. Da inhaled deeply, steeling his resolve; this was the moment to face the burdens they carried and emerge stronger, not only for themselves but for the fate of all realms.

In the depths of the Underlands, the legacy of the Mad King was about to unveil its truth, weaving together destinies in a tapestry of hope and redemption. The echoes of power awaited them, and the Warhammer of Kings would either solidify their purpose or unravel their very essence.