The System Mecha is so unscientific

The crisp air was filled with anticipation as Da West approached the outskirts of Greenland City, his heart pounding with excitement and curiosity. The remnants of what was once a stable reality—the **Tear Ruins**—stretched before him, a jagged scar across the landscape that whispered of fragmented dimensions lost to time. Tall, crumbled structures loomed like ancient giants, and the ground was strewn with twisted remnants of civilizations that had fallen through the cracks of reality.

Da paused at the entrance, taking in the surreal sight. It was as if he had stepped into a realm caught between worlds, where echoes of lost histories lingered amidst a haunting stillness. The air shimmered with the energies trapped within the ruins—an amalgamation of magic and mechanics. Mystical particles floated like dust motes, swirling in patterns that hinted at the dimensions from which they came.

Before him lay the Tear Crater, a sprawling expanse where various dimensions had collided and fractured. Some fragments glowed faintly, hinting at the wonders contained within, while others lay dark and foreboding, their energies twisted and chaotic.

As Da ventured further, he could feel the hum of power beneath his feet. He carefully navigated the debris, aware of the potential threats hidden among the wreckage. He recalled Mirra’s warning about the guardians of the ruins—spectral@@novelbin@@