The craftsman who had originally created the exosuit traveled all the way to Belvur to assist me, but in the end, he couldn’t completely repair my equipment.

Browning had the skills, and Belvur had the resources. But what we lacked was time.

If a firearm had been damaged, he could have replaced it with a similar model, or if we were lucky, sourced compatible parts from another firearm. Browning arrived with a plethora of components and equipment he had brought on the train, including spare parts for the exosuit he had designed.

However, the outer plating of the suit was too damaged to be salvaged.

Browning managed to repair most of what he had considered "expendable" in the original design. He replaced the mana stones fitted to the slots and the tiny gears prone to breaking.

But there simply wasn’t enough time to replace all the brass plates that made up the outer shell. Even the sections that had been designed to detach for easy replacement were so warped that they couldn’t be forced into place. The suit’s core frame, not intended to be an expendable part, was beyond repair with the time and resources available.

Even with spare parts, replacing the frame would require a complete disassembly and reassembly of the suit.

“It’s the outer armor,” Browning explained. “Patching it up haphazardly would be futile. If we rushed the job, the armor would likely fall apart in the heat of battle.”@@novelbin@@

The suggestion of patching it just enough to withstand one hit was dismissed immediately. If the plating fell off mid-combat—before even enduring an enemy's attack—it would not only be useless but also potentially hazardous. A heavy piece of armor falling and smashing my foot was not a risk I was willing to take.

“Is there no alternative?” I asked.

“Hmm…”

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