What Are You Babbling About?! Eat My Dorae-spirit Power Fist!

In the real universe, aboard the King of Explorers,

Belisarius Dorae Cawl manipulated the octopus-tentacle-like mechanical arms behind him, operating the cogitator before him as he analyzed the item floating in front of him.

It was a suit of Power Armor made from an unusual metal, yet unlike any Power Armor design Cawl knew. It was slender, elegant, and lightweight, its face completely covered by a meticulously carved metal mask adorned with a refined mustache and monocle, with a top hat perched atop its head.

This was Saint Doraemon's Phantom Thief DX Suit. Belisarius Dorae Cawl was studying this tool from the 22nd Century, hoping to find inspiration for improving Imperial Power Armor.

Yet even this Magos, standing at the pinnacle of Adeptus Mechanicus wisdom, felt utterly helpless before the Phantom Thief DX Suit.

"How exactly are neural signals transmitted from the body into the Power Armor?"

"Isn't it force feedback directly linked through the skin's nerves? No, that's not right. The delay would be too great, and it wouldn't be precise enough."

"Does it directly capture electrical signals in the brain? How was that even achieved?"

Cawl let out a bitter groan.

Whenever he studied Saint Doraemon's tools, Cawl felt as though his intelligence were being ruthlessly crushed.

The technological gap was simply too vast. To understand 22nd Century technology, even its most peripheral fragments, Cawl had to rely on flashes of inspiration and sheer coincidence.

Belisarius Dorae Cawl shook his head, intending to set aside his analysis of the Phantom Thief DX Suit for now and study some simpler tools first.

Cawl reached out to organize the documents, but he could not help staring at the parameters written upon them, feeling deeply unwilling to give up.

Just then, a voice sounded beside Cawl's ear.

It seemed to sprout