The System Mecha is so unscientific

The glow of the morning sun bathed Greenland City in a golden light that clung to the buildings like a gentle embrace. It was a bustling metropolis—a vibrant mix of technology and magic, clad in towering structures that sparkled with glass and embedded crystals. The hum of activity echoed in the air as citizens went about their daily lives, blissfully unaware of the waves of power brewing beneath the surface.

Da West navigated through the city streets, determined to reach the **Awakener Association Office**. Situated in the heart of the metropolis, the office served as a central hub for those who had answered the call of awakening—individuals with latent abilities who had chosen to hone their gifts and become protectors of their realm.

As he approached the large, polished building adorned with the Association’s emblem—a crest depicting an awakened phoenix rising—he could feel a palpable energy in the atmosphere. The idiosyncratic hum of portals merging with whispered incantations surrounded him, drawing him deeper into its welcoming embrace.

Upon entering, the office greeted him with an open-concept layout bathed in soft blue lighting. The walls, lined with shelves of ancient tomes and modern manuals, whispered secrets of forgotten spells and mechanics to@@novelbin@@