Carlos worked diligently and earnestly. Aside from eating and resting, he devoted all his energy to converting his Internal Energy into the new-style Armament Haki. It took nearly four full days before he used up every last drop—no, every last thread—of Internal Energy in his body.
Carlos truly suffered these past few days. He was pricked by needles every day, except they were not coming from outside but from within. It was utterly miserable.
If Carlos had not been mentally resilient, taking breaks only when he truly could not endure anymore and venting recklessly in the river, he would have either broken down or become depressed. Still, he managed to persevere in the end.
Come to think of it, Carlos had not enjoyed many good days since coming to this world. All that nightlife, being surrounded by beautiful women, and other pleasures—he had barely experienced any of it.
To survive, to survive better, for his ambition—no, a nicer word, his dream—he had kept moving forward and struggling without pause. It was simply too difficult.
Carlos was only an ordinary man too. He liked good food, fine wine, beautiful women, showing off, and becoming famous. But he had suppressed and controlled most of those desires himself.
A person could not let their desires control them and make them lose their reason. People should control their desires and satisfy them at the proper time.
Everyone had desires. There was nothing shameful or embarrassing about that, as long as they did not cross the bottom line.
After converting all his Internal Energy into new-style Armament Haki, Carlos set about seeing whether he could directly produce and refine this new Haki.
However, the result disappointed Carlos somewhat. He could only refine ordinary Armament Haki—or, more accurately, it was not ordinary, but normal Armament