When disaster struck, I became a big shot surviving in the ocean.

Chen Qing leaned against the railing, looking out at the endless sea, quietly lit a cigarette, and leaned halfway over, her gaze drifting.

She was confident, confident in her own strength and talent.

Money, power, seemed easily within her reach.

It was exactly because she could obtain them so easily that Chen Qing would find herself lost about the future.

A common survivor may find even the mere act of surviving a grueling effort.

So-called dreams and aspirations were nothing but unrealistic luxuries.

If Chen Qing so desired, even pirate groups like the Demon Dragon Pirates would welcome her with open arms.

Strong individuals are welcomed everywhere.

Chen Qing had long made plans for what followed, methodically executing them with almost no spare time.

But every plan has an end, and when it’s over, what then?

Pursue the pinnacle of being a mechanic? Ultimate power?