On a cold morning on December 23, 20XX, Hector was born into a poor family in the southern region of Miyerian. His parents were uneducated and lacked responsibility. Unfortunately, they left Hector to fend for himself. From an early age, Hector lived for a while as an ordinary pawn in the clutches of unsavory people. When he was 7 years old, fate was kind to him and he was introduced to Alchemy for the first time with two different talismans on both of his palms. The symbols engraved on his skin vibrated with untold power and potential. With this newfound ability, he attacked the gangs that once intimidated him with reckless abandon. These mobs were no match for him, for with a flick of his wrist he could dispatch them effortlessly. In a short time, Hector had formed a gang with four friends. The gang members were fixed, they would not decrease or increase.
Arafhel, Whell, Magaritta, Vern, and Hector.
Arafhell was Hector's first friend. Their families were also deeply connected, which sparked Arafhell and Hector's close friendship. Arafhell was a clever and quick-thinking man with a talent for trading and persuasion. It was hard not to be impressed by this boy who chose every word skillfully. He was the gang's money-maker, able to raise large sums of money through the arms trade. Arafhel was only 9 years old when he did this. His short, neatly cut black hair complemented his sharp features and wide, curious eyes. There was a radiating air of intelligence and wisdom that belied his youthful appearance.
Whell, like Hector, was a skilled alchemist, possessing the Alchemy of Air. Whell's appearance attracted the attention of many. He had a bowl-cut haircut and a white hair color that stood out against his brown skin.
Vern had a close friendship with Arafhel. Under the surface, there was a romantic attraction between Vern and Arafhel. But unfortunately this remained unspoken and unexplored. Both were hampered by their own insecurities. Vern was a shy girl who kept her inner thoughts and feelings locked in a locked box. She had a delicate appearance with short, straight pink hair and small-rimmed glasses.
Magaritta was the girl with whom Hector felt an emotional connection. She was a cute little girl with long emerald-colored hair, white skin, a slim figure, and a charming dimpled smile. Of course, unfortunately, Hector did not have much room in his memory for these memories. Of all his memories of the past, the one that occupied the most space in his memory was the one with the Boss.
The government, having determined that Hector was an alchemist and a murderer, had unleashed its Alchemists on him to destroy him. What happened was that, in Hector's memory, Hector was lying bleeding on the ground with his back in contact with the concrete floor and all he saw were the lifeless bodies of the State Alchemists, just lying there. Soon someone was approaching Hector's body lying on the ground. With his polished shoes firm footsteps, he was making a noise and gaining the upper hand on Hector, who was lying helplessly on the ground. When this person came to Hector's side, he bent his upper body slightly and extended his hand invitingly to Hector.
Hector vaguely remembered his voice: "People despise you, Hector. The sun shines everywhere, on everyone."
Hector was now a young man of 19. His hair was stubbornly straight without ever bending upwards, and his hair ranged from blond to orange, he had an interesting appearance with a wheat complexion, a height of 172 centimeters, and a weight of 72 kilos. He wore a black eye patch that tightly covered his eyes, preventing them from opening.
He sat cross-legged at the top of the train, which was on a southerly route to return to the place of his birth, and with the strong wind shaking him, he went back to the past and let himself fall into a series of thoughts. Arafhel, Whell, Vern, and Magaritta... he could visualize the moment of their death in minute detail. He could see their bodies lying on the ground, the sea of blood that surrounded them, over and over again. Everyone Hector had cared for and loved had left him in pain, and after all this time, he persisted in keeping the love and longing for them in his heart. All this happened when Hector was only 8 years old.
The Boss was like a savior figure for Hector. When life took everything from him, the Boss showed Hector a glimmer of hope and gave his life a purpose. In addition to being the center of his life, Hector was one of the chosen, lucky few who saw the face of the Boss. This importance was not one-sided, Hector was also very important to the Boss.
As a young boy of only 11 years old, Hector was placed in the powerful position of Southern Company Leader. At the age of 11, the Miyerian Government identified him as a serious threat and a terrorist who had to be killed. Despite his young age, he quickly proved himself to everyone by eliminating all gangs and terrorist organizations in the Southern region just 2 years after he was appointed leader. By the age of 15, he had so weakened State control in the Southern Region and gained such power that he declared autonomous rule for 2 years. By the time he was 18, his control over the region had been weakened by the transfer of half of his company to the east, and the autonomous administration was at an end.
The fingers of Hector's right hand moved towards the eye patch, and in a nimble movement he broke contact with his eye and placed it between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. When he removed it, Hector's mesmerizing light purple, glassy eyes were revealed. The seals on the eye patch indicated an unorthodox fighting technique. Hector stood up with heavy movements.
"I've reached my destination, I don't need this train anymore."
Hector put the eye patch back where it belonged and let himself drop down from the top of the moving train. Even though the train was traveling at 300 kilometers per hour, once Hector's feet met the ground, it was like a soft landing. He sighed deeply, shoved his hands in his pockets, and turned his head toward the train.
"Didn't you hear what I said? I don't need you anymore." As the words left his lips, there was a sudden explosion that shook the ground, sending metal fragments flying in all directions. The train, which had once been moving on its own, was thrown into a chaotic mess by the explosion. Hector turned around as if nothing had happened and started moving towards his destination.
Hector walked absent-mindedly, his hands in his pockets, lost in thought. The recollection of the past brought pain to his mind, drowning him in thoughts. While struggling with these thoughts, Hector felt a foreign hand on his right shoulder.
As the stranger said, "Welcome, sir. T-", Hector suddenly grabbed the man's throat with his right hand and blew him up. As the man's organs scattered, Hector watched the result of his action with emotionless eyes. Hector continued walking, without regret, without a care in the world.
"Don't bother me while I think, pawn."
Hector arrived at a huge golden yellow door. The door opened of its own accord with slow movements, waiting for Hector to pass inside before closing.
The two chess players had found a place in the center of the huge square, sitting in chairs facing each other, strategizing for their benefit, but also chatting. The clear winner of this contest appeared to be a woman named Noelle, with a short, blunt haircut. Noelle was 22 years old and held the prestigious title of Deputy Division Leader of the Southern Block. Chem rank. Her jet-black hair fell straight down to her shoulders, making her full lips and slanted eyes all the more intriguing and matching her white skin tone. From her full lips to her perfectly shaped body, every feature of her face radiated femininity and aesthetic perfection.
"It's impossible to turn from here, Iraki. Give up."
Sitting across from him was Iraki. Beads of sweat beaded on his forehead, making his teeth grind against each other with harsh force. Ikari, Deputy Deputy Leader of the South Block. Chem rank. Ikari had an imposing figure. His buzz-cut cut gave him a rough and intimidating look that matched his bulky body. A 24-year-old man with a scratch on his left eyebrow and a split lip.
The sound of Hector's footsteps echoed through the room as he entered, his presence drawing a lot of attention. Neolle turned his head toward Hector with a small smile on his face, his eyes shifting briefly to Ikari before focusing fully on Hector.
"Welcome, Hector. I was just about to defeat Ikari," he teased playfully.
When Hector did not return her smile, she paused.
"We're having an emergency meeting. Listen carefully." Hector said, calm but clear.