The silver ring

Boer slowly rose from the captain's chair and paced over to the thick porthole.

In the Extrasensory Vision beyond ordinary people's sight, the entire world was playing a grand electromagnetic symphony:

The inky-blue sea pulsed ceaselessly, low-frequency beats produced by friction between the geomagnetic field and ocean currents;

Golden sunlight spilled across the sea, in essence a torrent of photons carrying immense energy striking the ionosphere;

Farther away, a flock of seabirds soared on outstretched wings, their fragile biological magnetic fields like candle flames swaying in the wind amid the vast energy fields of heaven and earth.

This magnificent panorama of pure energy made Boer narrow his eyes slightly.

He turned around, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable authority:

"Thatch, bring me ten kilograms each of gold and silver from your ship."

"Yes, Boss Boer!" The fervor of someone who had witnessed a miracle still lingered on Thatch's face.

He instinctively reached for the keys at his waist, changing his mind before he finished speaking. "Hunt, go to my room and get..." He suddenly stopped, a trace of resolve flashing across his rugged face. "No, I'll go myself!"

The giant, over two meters tall, rushed out of the meeting room like a gust of wind, his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor.

The red-faced captain Roland rubbed his hands, his flushed cheeks creasing with an ingratiating smile. "Lord Boer, I also have some gold and silver aboard my merchant ship. If you need it, I'll have someone fetch it immediately..."

Boer gave the shrewd agent an indifferent glance. "It's only an experiment. I won't need much."

As he spoke, the metal armor around his body began flowing like a living thing.

Under everyone's astonished gazes, black iron sand spread like a tide, silently covering the wooden floor, precisely lifting every table and chair, climbing the four walls, and finally gently enveloping even the oil lamp holder suspended from the ceiling.

In the blink of an eye, the entire meeting room became a perfect metal chamber, every inch of space under his absolute control.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Thatch's heavy footsteps drew closer. When he reappeared in the doorway, the burly man was actually carrying a square safe nearly a meter tall in his arms, his face radiant like a child showing off a treasure.

Clang!!

The safe landed heavily on the floor, sending a dull reverberation through the metal surface. Thatch surveyed the thoroughly transformed space, a flicker of awe crossing his eyes before fervor quickly replaced it.

He grinned. "This is the ship's reserve money and the haul from last time. I don't know if it'll be enough." As he spoke, he took out his keys, preparing to open the safe.

In Boer's Extrasensory Vision, the safe's steel shell might as well not have existed.

Its internal structure appeared clearly: the upper compartment occupied two-thirds of the space, neatly stacked paper Beli flickering with a special anti-counterfeit fluorescence, while gemstones of various colors emitted unique energy spectra;

The lower compartment was covered with gold and silver, gold bars accounting for roughly a third. Their magnetic signals were utterly different-the silver resembled a tranquil, liquid river of stars, emitting a smooth, even, brilliant white light, while the gold displayed a deep, heavy, dark-golden luster.

When Thatch opened the safe's door as though presenting a treasure and stepped back twice, Boer gently raised his hand.

He passed over the worldly wealth in the upper compartment and focused all his attention on the gold and silver.

When he tried to control it directly with magnetism, an extremely thin yet resilient pale-golden glow immediately appeared over the silver's surface. It was the diamagnetic effect produced by its perfect crystal lattice, resisting control by an external magnetic field.

The gold's response was gentler, but it rejected the intrusion of his magnetism just as firmly.

"So beautiful..." Boer murmured in admiration, as though appreciating a work of art.

Everyone hurriedly nodded in agreement, even though all they saw was ordinary gold and silver.

"Then how about this?"

Boer narrowed his eyes slightly, and the magnetic field throughout the metal chamber began rearranging itself.

Under the exquisite manipulation of magnetic field gradients, a silver bar slowly rose from the safe, as though supported by invisible hands, and hovered steadily before them.

At that moment, the meeting room was so quiet they could hear one another's heartbeats. Thatch held his breath, Hunt unconsciously clenched his fists, and disbelief shone in Roland's eyes. Even Kurururu in the corner forgot the pain in his body and stared wide-eyed.

Boer concentrated fully, fine beads of sweat forming at his temples. This was not simple metal manipulation, but a dialogue with the most fundamental properties of matter.

By precisely adjusting the distribution of magnetic field strength around the silver bar, he constructed an invisible track.

At the same time, a high-frequency alternating magnetic field began acting on it. The atoms inside the silver bar rubbed violently against one another, quickly reaching the recrystallization temperature. The entire bar became soft and malleable, giving off an alluring orange-red glow.

What happened next would remain unforgettable for everyone who witnessed it.

Under the fine control of the invisible magnetic field, the scorching silver began changing shape, like dough kneaded by a god's hands. First it stretched into an even strip, then its ends joined to form a ring, its surface becoming smooth as a mirror beneath the magnetic field's high-frequency hammering.

The entire process was like a miracle. Within minutes, a lifeless piece of metal became a perfect palm-sized ring flowing with silvery radiance.

"Just one last step."

Boer took a deep breath and began injecting his own electromagnetic energy into the silver ring. Tiny arcs of electricity danced across its surface, and a deep-blue light gradually shone.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes... The silver ring grew increasingly dazzling before finally settling into a cool, moon-white glow.

"The first finished product. It needs a test."

Boer casually pushed open the porthole and gently tossed the glowing silver ring out. It traced an elegant arc through the air, and when it reached the sea more than five hundred meters away-

Boom!!!!!

The enormous explosion was deafening. The sea first caved into a gigantic bowl, then a column of water shot dozens of meters into the sky.

The violent energy shock wave raised towering waves in succession, while the intense electromagnetic pulse sent the ship's compasses spinning wildly. Once the mist cleared, countless stunned fish floated to the surface, covering a vast stretch of sea in glittering silver.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Thatch was the first to recover. The ever-defiant pirate captain slowly dropped to one knee, his voice hoarse with excitement. "From this day forward, my sword swings for you."

Roland slumped in his chair, muttering, "This... what power..." An image flashed through his mind of Boer standing in midair, pouring heavy firepower down below...

Boer surveyed the thoroughly subdued group, a faint smile appearing on his young face.

He reached out and lightly touched the electromagnetic aftershocks still lingering in the air, as though caressing this New World that had opened itself completely to him.