Pirate: I, Roger's son, nine-year-old admiral!

"So, I don't know if your idea can be realized..."

Outside the porthole was the endless sea water, the blue reflecting the sunlight in the sky, and the sparkling waves projected in from the window, making Begapunk unable to open his eyes.

At this moment, Vegapunk was crossing his hands, leaning his elbows on the wooden table in front of him, looking straight at Ige opposite him, and explained with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. I said that with me here, I can control the structure that you can't see. In this way, our equipment can be solved. In fact, it only requires your compressed metal."

Opposite him, Ige didn't feel disappointed when he heard his unoptimistic answer. Instead, he laughed softly, and then patiently explained to Vegapunk.

Of course, even with Ige's assurance, Vegapunk still looked at Ige with a somewhat suspicious look, as if he didn't believe what Ige was saying at all.

As a scientist, of course he wouldn't believe it.

"You mean, if I give you a piece of compressed metal, you can transform it into something that I can edit by myself, and it also has super hardness and toughness, and is super strong enough to withstand shell bombardment?"

Even if Vegapunk's IQ and technology could surpass current humans for a full 500 years, I do feel that Igo's idea is a bit too outrageous after all.

What the hell is this guy trying to do?

Vegapunk looked at Ige across from him, wondering what he should say now.

This guy came to me just now and asked himself if there was a design that could automatically detect when a person is facing an attack and jump to any direction to block it.

To put it bluntly, it is the automatic auxiliary calculation of the computer.

Vegapunk definitely has this kind of technology. After all, if you want to create a pacifist, you will definitely need such a system so that the pacifist can play its due role in battle.

Therefore, Vegapunk did not hesitate, saying that he could do it, but as for the material, he could only use compressed metal at present. He didn't know to what extent it could withstand the attack.

In Vegapunk's eyes, this was already the most optimal approach, but who knew that Iger's next answer would make him feel as if he had no knowledge.

"No, no, no, I don't need electronic components. You compress the metal for me, and I can help you transform the material, so that you can program it directly in the metal, and you can give it any shape or performance."

This is a bit outrageous.

This concept, let alone ordinary people, even Vegapunk feels it is quite outrageous. Is it really possible for this thing to exist?

Creating a material that can be transformed internally, allowing it to deform in real time and have set properties, no matter how you look at it, it only exists in fantasy.

What's more, if there is such a metal, it is absolutely impossible for humans to transform it.

"Well, let's do this. Bring a small piece of metal over and I'll demonstrate it to you."

Seeing Vegapunk still refused to believe it, Ige sighed and said this.

In fact, if there was no other way, Iger would not do such a thing. However, when he fought with Sakaski and the others before, and saw the artifacts in their hands, Iger had already guessed that Im behind them. , most likely the manufacturer of those artifacts, although in terms of design and manufacturing, Iger always felt that those things were quite random...

But the power is indeed greatly improved compared to before. Each one seems to be a causal weapon to some extent, as if there is just a word spirit in a certain artifact, saying that wearing a mask will not It will hurt and you won't feel hurt, it really won't.

With the emergence of this kind of artifact, Iger has reason to believe that the legendary Lord Im has the ability to make artifacts, and this ability is obviously easy for him, so Iger also has reason to believe that this This guy might have distributed this kind of equipment similar to sub-artifacts and pseudo-artifacts to the warriors of the world's main force.

If this is really the case, then my side will suffer.

It was in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening that Iger came to find Vegapunk and asked him to invite him to make some new equipment with him.

"Here, I just happened to have a small piece with me."

It seems that from the bottom of his heart, Vegapunk still has some trust in Iger, so when he made such a request, Vegapunk also took a look and took out a ten-year-old from his arms. Centimeter square metal Rubik's Cube.

It was the heavily compressed metal he developed. Just this small piece weighed dozens of kilograms.

Of course, Yige also knew how powerful this metal was, so he took it carefully. Then with a buzzing sound, his eyes turned into crystal clear blue-green, with pale golden lines flowing crazily. At the same time, Yige Ige's right hand also turned into a crystal white color, and countless golden words flowed through Ige's blood vessels.

In Begapunk's eyes, Iger just took over his Rubik's Cube with his hand, and then his eyes seemed to change a color, and then his entire right hand seemed to turn a lot whiter.

After that, Iger just used his whitened right hand to hold his Rubik's Cube. After staying there quietly for more than ten seconds, Begapunk discovered that Iger's eyes seemed to have returned to their original shape. The color of his right hand also returned to normal.

"finished."

Just when Vegapunk was about to ask a question, Iger lowered his head first and looked at the Rubik's Cube in his hand, excitement emerging in his eyes.

"Just, is it done?"

Vegapunk's eyes almost popped out of his head. Only ten seconds had passed, and you just sat there in a daze for ten seconds and you were done?

And this cube doesn’t look like it’s changed at all!

Hearing Vegapunk's question, Iger didn't answer, but just smiled, then spoke softly and said a number:

"one."

Whoa!

Before he finished speaking, the cube in his hand suddenly changed form, from the original cube shape to a fluid shape. Then, after spinning around Ige's palm, it condensed into a solid state again, and this time Looking again, it has turned into the shape of a musket, with the black muzzle pointing directly out of the window.

boom!

There was a sudden flash of fire, bullets came out of the chamber, and the porthole shattered to pieces.

"Hey hey hey, Im, I've made some good things waiting for you!"