Aaron stood before a mirror, admiring the fruits of his labor over the past half month.
A great many things had happened over the past two weeks. The existence of Mutants had been completely exposed, and many unusual incidents buried in the past had also entered the public eye.
Naturally, social order had suffered a certain degree of impact. Human and Mutant demonstrations emerged one after another, and all kinds of slogans could be seen on the streets almost every day.
However, the establishment of the Mutant Affairs Division and the Sentinel Special Operations Team had dampened that abnormal fervor considerably. Especially after the Mutant Registration Act was proposed and news broke of Mutants with superpowers being arrested and imprisoned for crimes, social order gradually stabilized.
But none of those trivial matters affected Aaron. Aside from his usual daily check-ins, he spent every day locked in his studio designing clothes.
By now, he had transformed the Immortal Deity's armor into a blue-black hooded robe coat with a classical style.
It was tailored to fit, with lustrous fabric and exquisite golden embroidery decorating the collar and cuffs. It was noble and luxurious without losing its air of mystery.
"How does it look?"
"Very elegant. Strikingly handsome." Jane's face reddened slightly as she said sincerely, "If Master wore this outfit outside, he would definitely attract a lot of women."
"Why are you stating such obvious truths?" Aaron smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Still, I like hearing it."
"It's nothing special." Hela snorted disdainfully. "The Asgardian royal designers have made plenty of clothes for me. Yours would only rank somewhere in the middle!"
"Hm? Thank you for the compliment."
"Was I complimenting you?"
"To be honest, I wasn't that confident in my craftsmanship, but I never expected it to rank in the middle among the