Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

A startling discovery.

Alves' eyelids slowly paved to reveal his weak eyes. The strong rays of light from the illuminant hanging in the ceiling above him was too much for his eyes to withstand. His eyes shut at once. But then the voices and mutters coming from every corner of the room nudged him to give it another try.

This time when he opened his eyes, he looked to his side. Deciding not to look straight at the blinding lights. Though the vision wasn't making sense in the first place... all he could see was hues and silhouettes.

The willingness to know what was happening and where he was, gave life to pictures forming in his mind. His heart became vibrant aiding the mind.

They were several men dressed in blue suits everywhere he looked in the room. He tried to push his body up to sit, but he felt the pangs of pain writhing in his body. He couldn't keep up the action.

His graon had brought attention to him. He was in a hospital.

"Boss... Sir... are you alright?"

"He is awake."

"Boss is awake."

BOSS?

Al