Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Red crown... red king...

Though Alves had no idea what to do at first, but one thing which was certain was that he didn't waver. He didn't even break a sweat. His breath didn't tremble let alone his body quake.

There was a deep assurance within him that ruled out and subdued every form of fear there ever could be in the entire world.

Knowing fully well that he couldn't catch every of the giants in one gaze, he decided to look at his front alone.

Each giant was as tall as an average palm tree and three times thicker. Each was wearing a piece of cloth that reached from his shoulders to his waists. No trousers, but the piece of cloth reached to cover their heavy balls.

The stench which came with the gaint was more than suicidal. It smelled like dungs mixed with the foulest chemicals of all time.

It could make a random man pass out. But lucky enough for Alves, he wasn't a human. Not at that moment. It was his Ri that was taking the show.

Not only were the giants mighty heavy and threatening to look upon, but