Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Primordial

Villian kept approaching Alves. Alves had no idea what to do. Not yet. There were a couple of things flying around in his head, and he didn't know which of the multitude to grasp.

Now that he knew that Villian was a threat, not to him but to the people of the world. He wouldn't let that get to him. He wouldn't allow himself to be swept off his feet every time by surprise.

Alves was expecting what would happen in the nearest second. Villian was getting closer and closer and closer till he finally got to where Alvess was seated.

Naturally, by the call of his instinct, Alves could have jumped up on his feet. He could have taken a stance for a fight, but he didn't do any of the above. For a sheer moment, he was forced to think that his Ri was the one responsible for that awkward moment.

To think of it, it made sense if his Ri was acting that way and was responsible for the odds. He might be doing it as a payback to Alves. Alves didn't care. There was no point crying over spilt milk. V