As his excitement peaked, reality gave him a cold slap. Creating a high-spec suit wasn't a matter of needle and thread. The top-tier heroes wore "Bio-Armour" and "Qi-Conductive Mesh" forged by master artisans and engineers. These suits were masterpieces of technology and magic, costing more than his entire apartment building.
"Secrecy is the catch-22," he sighed, sitting on his bed. "I can't buy a suit from an SA-licensed forge—they'd report my measurements and power profile immediately. And I don't have a 'Lucius Fox' or a 'Cisco' in my basement to build it for me."
He possessed zero engineering skills. He didn't know how to forge Qi-conductive metals or weave carbon fibres. He was a detective, not a blacksmith. If he tried to build it himself, he'd end up wearing a trash bag and a painted bucket.
"Every legendary figure has a craftsman behind them," he mused, looking toward the window. "Someone who works in the dark, away from the Association's prying eyes."
