Whew!
He broke through the surface, greedily gulping down the air above the sea.
Carlos had completely lost the superiority he had displayed aboard the ship. Now, he was struggling for survival in utter disarray.
The shockwave carried by the enormous island had instantly smashed everything around it into the sea.
Fortunately, the island had not fallen in the direction Carlos and the others had fled.
That was why he had managed to survive by sheer luck.
The fresh air greatly eased the suffocation he had suffered underwater.
Struggling to stay afloat, he looked over the sea, which was littered with shipwreckage.
Using both hands and feet, Carlos swam toward the nearest plank.
"Whew, I finally survived. I wonder how Saint Gareth is doing now."
As he looked at the azure sky, Carlos was filled with despair.
Though he had survived, with nothing but a wooden plank beneath him, Carlos saw nothing but bleak prospects ahead.
Not to mention that his master's fate was still unknown.
Even if he survived, his chances of continuing to live in the face of the enormous World Government were slim.
He stared blankly at the sky.
Carlos had originally wanted to end it all, but then he remembered all the gold, jewels, and money at home that he had yet to spend.
Amid his despair, Carlos found the determination to survive.
"No, His Excellency will definitely survive! He is a descendant of the Creator!
And those CP9 bastards will surely be able to keep him safe."
Thinking of Roy, who had been guarding the Celestial Dragon before Carlos fell into the sea,
Carlos consoled himself and clung to the will to live.
The waves pushed the plank as it drifted aimlessly.
Weak all over, Carlos searched himself and found only a dagger and the