My Scumbag System-Chapter 340: Internal Hostile Takeover

Reality screamed. The gears cracked. The rust shattered. The door split down the middle and fell inward with a crash that shook the entire platform.

Beyond lay the heart of the Clockwork Arboretum.

The chamber was cathedral-vast, its walls formed of living trees wrapped around towering machinery. Gears the size of houses rotated slowly overhead, connected by vines thick enough to walk on. Brass flowers bloomed from every surface, their petals reflecting light from sap that dripped like liquid gold from the ceiling.

And at the center of it all stood the Botanical Engine.

It was a tree. A tree the size of a building, its trunk made of twisted wood and corroded metal fused together into something that shouldn’t have been alive but clearly was. Gears spun within its bark, visible through gaps in the biological material. Its branches reached out in every direction, connecting to every vine, every flower, every piece of vegetation in the Arboretum.

It was beautiful.

It was horrifying.

It was watching us.

A section of its trunk split open, revealing a face made of wood and brass. Eyes of amber sap fixed on us with an intelligence that was older than humanity.

"INTRUDERS." The voice came from everywhere, vibrating through the chamber, resonating in the metal and the wood and the very air. "YOU HAVE DISRUPTED MY GARDEN. CORRUPTED MY CHILDREN. YOU WILL BECOME FERTILIZER FOR THE NEXT GROWTH CYCLE."

"Cool speech," I said. "We’re still gonna kill you."

The Engine’s face twisted into something that might have been a smile on a human. On this thing, it looked like a wound.

"CONFIDENCE. I ENJOY CONFIDENCE. IT MAKES THE SCREAMING MORE SATISFYING."

Branches descended from above, each one tipped with thorns the length of my forearm. Vines erupted from the ground, reaching for us with grasping tendrils. The gears in the ceiling began to spin faster, machinery waking from centuries of dormancy.

Natalia responded first.

A wave of frost exploded outward, freezing the nearest vines solid. She followed it with a barrage of ice spikes that punched through the descending branches, shattering them into frozen splinters.

Skylar vanished entirely, her form dissolving into the shadows. I caught glimpses of her moving through the chaos, her illusions creating copies that drew the Engine’s attention away from her real location.

I charged forward.

The Engine’s thorned branches stabbed at me, but my body moved before my mind could catch up. Protection from Arrows screamed warnings directly into my nervous system, guiding my dodges with precognitive certainty. A thorn passed an inch from my face. Another grazed my shoulder, drawing blood but missing anything vital.

I closed the distance.

The Engine’s trunk loomed before me, massive and ancient and pulsing with malevolent life. I could see the gears spinning inside it, the mechanical heart that kept this unholy fusion alive.

Spatial Cleave.

The attack bit deep, carving a wound in the Engine’s trunk that oozed golden sap. The tree-machine screamed, a sound of grinding metal and snapping wood that hurt to hear.

"IMPUDENT WORM."

A branch caught me across the chest, sending me flying backward. I hit the ground hard, ribs protesting the impact. The regenerator brace under my shirt sparked and whined.

Natalia was there before I could recover, ice shields forming around us both. The Engine’s attacks hammered against the frozen barriers, cracking them, but she kept reinforcing, kept rebuilding, her power flowing with a fluidity that spoke of desperate determination.

"You okay?" she asked without looking at me.

"Been better." I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the pain. "We need to hit the core. The mechanical heart in its chest."

"Kind of busy not dying right now."

I studied the battle, mind racing. The Engine was too large to fight conventionally. Its regeneration was too fast. Every wound we inflicted began healing almost immediately, wood and metal knitting back together.

But Monica had shown us something. The vegetation in this place wanted to be free. The biological half of the Engine wasn’t loyal to it—it was enslaved.

"Skylar!" I shouted. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She materialized beside me, breathing hard. "What?"

"Can you project an illusion into the Engine? Into its mind?"

Her eyes widened. "I’ve never tried anything like that."

"Try."

She hesitated for only a moment. Then she closed her eyes and exhaled a stream of ethereal smoke that drifted toward the Engine’s trunk, seeping into the cracks and wounds we’d already created.

The Engine froze.

Its attacks stopped. Its branches hung motionless. The gears in its body ground to a halt.

"What... what are you doing?" The voice came weaker now, confused. "What is this? I see... I see..."

"Show it what it could be," I said to Skylar. "Show the biological half what it was before the machinery. Show it sunlight. Rain. Growing toward the sky without gears or rust or servitude."

Skylar’s face contorted with effort. Sweat dripped down her temples. But the smoke continued to flow, and the Engine continued to stand frozen, lost in whatever vision she was projecting.

The glow returned.

Not from Monica this time, but from the Engine itself. From the biological half of its being, the trees and vines and flowers that had been enslaved for centuries. The glow spread through its trunk, down its branches, into every piece of vegetation in the chamber.

And the Engine began to tear itself apart.

Wood separated from metal. Gears fell from bark like shed skin. Vines ripped themselves free from their mechanical prisons, pulling rust and iron with them.

The Engine’s scream was terrible. A sound of dying machinery and liberated plants, of something ancient and corrupt finally meeting its end.

Its trunk cracked down the middle. Its mechanical heart was exposed, a mass of spinning gears and pumping sap that powered the entire Arboretum.

I didn’t hesitate.

I sprinted forward, bat raised, channeling everything I had into one final Spatial Cleave.

The attack hit the mechanical heart dead center.

Reality split. The heart exploded. Golden sap erupted in a fountain that coated everything in a fifty-foot radius.

The Botanical Engine collapsed.

Its trunk fell in two pieces, crushing the machinery beneath it. Its branches went limp. Its amber eyes dimmed and died.

The grinding of gears throughout the chamber slowed. Stopped. The vegetation hung motionless for one breathless moment.

Then it began to grow.

Free from the Engine’s control, the plants did what plants do. They reached for whatever light they could find. They spread their leaves. They bloomed.

The Clockwork Arboretum was transforming from a prison into a garden.

I stood in the middle of it all, covered in golden sap, breathing hard, ribs screaming, and smiled.

"Target eliminated," I said.