The System Mecha is so unscienitific

Da West blinked against the blinding light filtering through the cracked remnants of his home. The remnants of fractured walls and broken beams lay in disarray, the echoes of chaos still crackling in the air as he stirred from unconsciousness. He had always believed that his new life on Blue Star would be a blank slate where he could forge a new identity, a chance to escape the clutches of the brain-eating virus that had consumed his past. But fate had drawn him into a different kind of chaos on this, the eve of his eighteenth birthday.

As he slowly regained his senses, what immediately pierced through the fog of confusion was the distant sound of battle. The deep, guttural growls of the Void Beast reverberated through the air, intertwined with the sharp, crackling energy of an Awakener fighting for survival. Da's pulse quickened; these were not mere stories spun by the inhabitants of GreenLand City—this was his new reality.

He hoisted himself up, groaning as he felt the wrenching pain surging from his side. Glancing around, Da saw that much of his home had collapsed, but amidst the rubble, remnants of his mecha blueprints, sketches that had consumed countless nights, lay scattered like paper-cuts in a battle against destiny. With his mechanical genius still sizzling just beneath the surface, he could only marvel at the irony. He had devoted his life on Earth to forging machines that mimicked life; now, in an alternate universe, fate toyed with him in ways he could never have imagined.

"What brings a mere mortal into a clash of titans?" Da muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper above the chaos outside. He had no time to waste. He clawed his way out of the debris, stumbling into the smoldering sunlight as the battle intensified.

The Void Beast was a daunting creature; its silver scales glistened like molten silver under the sun, its eyes burned like two suns trapped in their fiery hell. Opposing it was a gold-level Awakener, a figure shrouded in an aura that exuded power and fire. Da could feel the intensity of their struggle vibrating in the air around him, each attack sending shockwaves that literally shook the ground beneath his feet.

He had heard the tales of Void Beasts—abominable scavengers capable of tearing reality apart and inviting chaos and destruction. And now, one had brought chaos to his new home. Just as he was debating whether to flee or find a way to help the Awakener, the beast reared back and let loose a gargantuan roar, shaking the very fabric of the world.@@novelbin@@

In a terrifying moment, the Void Beast charged and lashed out in a violent arc, aiming directly for the Awakener who stood his ground. The impact sent debris flying, a lethal combination of dust and rubble whipping through the air. In a flash, Da's heart dropped as he realized the creature's momentum would bring it crashing toward him.

Before he knew it, Da was thrown back against the remnants of his once cozy home. He felt darkness closing in. The ground shuddered violently beneath him as his world spiraled into obscurity. The last glimmer of awareness dimmed as everything faded like the flickering of a dying star.

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When Da blinked awake once more, the air around him was cool and oddly silent, a stark contrast from the chaos he had just fled. There were voices amidst the darkness, whispering in disbelief. He groaned once more, testing his limbs. As he lifted himself off the ground, he caught the worried gaze of the gold-level Awakener just a few feet away, along with a handful of gaping bystanders.

"Get him to the healer! This is no time to linger!" the Awakener barked, urgency lacing his tone.

"Wait! What about my Awakening? I missed it, didn't I?" Da croaked, confusion drawing lines across his brow.

"You're lucky to be alive," the Awakener hissed back, a tension tightening his jaw. "The beast was quick, and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But you're injured, and your life is worth more than whatever 'talent' you think you've lost."

With every step that he took toward the healer, Da felt a sense of dread wrapping around his heart. Was the universe so cruel that he would be robbed of his last chance to awaken a talent? The deeper he delved into his memories of Earth, the clearer he understood the significance of talent in Blue Star. A grade-1 talent though not the most powerful was a mark of honor, of potential, a footstone laid for the future.

But echoes of his past life tugged at him, louder than the roaring Null Beast. Did he really need that talent? Hadn't he been magnificent, a pioneer in a world that barely acknowledged the limits of engineering?

As the healer worked deftly over his wounds, Da's mind raced with possibilities. Light cascaded down from the healer's hands, golden healing energy wrapping around him. The energy was not unlike that which he had infused into the creations of his previous life—the designs that captured the essence of humanity and sentience in machines.

What if the true talent he possessed was something entirely different? Something that lay dormant within him, waiting to break free?

The rush of ideas coursed through him as the healer's energy enveloped him, a warmth spreading to every corner of his being. As his pulse throbbed steadily, Da realized that perhaps this was the universe's way of ushering him toward a new path. Maybe he was meant to transcend the talent system entirely or perhaps to create a talent of his own.

Feeling emboldened, Da pushed himself to his feet. The healer watched him, brow raised, sensing a shift in the air around him. A flicker of energy ignited the room.

"I won't lose this chance," Da declared, the conviction swelling within him. "I will awaken something greater, something the likes of which this world has never seen."

With tenacity ignited like a star reborn, Da West stood not just as a mere survivor but as the father of something far more profound—a legacy yet to be woven into the fabric of the Mighty Multiverse.