Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Akulia

Alves stood there looking a little bewildered. His eyes were hyper active and the pupils twirling from one corner to the other. At first, he looked to the front... it was a vast area of plain earth, dusty and browny. There was no strand of green, no matter how little. Not even a dry one.

To his left, there was a stump of rock. To his right, nothing. And to his back nothingness. He shook his head, trying to settle a dispute with his mind.

"What is this place?"

The very first question he could think of. But even before the man could answer his question,

"I mean is this the training ground?"

He realised that that was more of an appropriate question compared to the first one.

Alves didn't stare at the man for a long time. He was more interested in finding out what this whole thing is all about, as well as what this place is called.

He made to walk forward.

"Don't!"

The man called in caution and so suddenly that Alves shook, retracting both the thought and the action.

"Huh?"

Alves f