Earl, still overcome with Grief and sadness was hit with a bit of shock and confusion when he heard what his dad had said."Earl White, your alchemy is Greed"To be fair, Earl had never really understood just what exactly his alchemy was or how it worked, but frankly he didn't care much.As someone who'd lived without alchemy nearly all his life, getting an alchemy was all that really mattered to him.He never really cared about how or why, all he wanted was to become an Alchemist.He named his alchemy White Alchemy on the fly without even knowing what his alchemy was or how it worked, and he always wondered and found it strange how the system had just asked him to name his alchemy without even knowing what it was.But like earlier mentioned he'd never really cared. The mere fact of getting an alchemy just overwhelmed him to the point where he was completely happy just having one without knowing how it worked.He could do an AP shot, Bang, and he knew that his alchemy form was clouds,

Sidney stood his ground, gasping with his arms in front of him and his feet dug into the floor beneath them.Blood ran down the side of his head. His stomach churned, he could barely open one of his eyes from the excessive swelling , his nose was bloody, his mouth was bloody... Still, he was standing.He stood there, his gaze fixed to his opponent. "Think Sidney," he said to himself, "how the heck does this guy's alchemy work?" His opponent in question, sewn-mouth, was completely unscathed—aside from the initial blows and damage Sidney managed to land and incur.He stood with a smile on his face, "what was that about you only leaving a hand undamaged? Something about you beating me?" He laughed.Sidney remained quiet with a straight look on his face. "This makes no sense. I have no idea how he's doing it... He says a word and then I find myself beaten on the floor," thought Sidney.He held out his bloody thumb dripping with blood and waved it violently at his opponent. The blood flew

Annie dug her heels and blasted forward at her opponent. The man readied his brass knuckles and threw his arm back.Annie then dug her hands in one of her pockets and pulled out a piece of paper. The man's eyes shot open in shock, "a talisman!?" He grunted before raising both arms, forming an X to block the strike.Annie slammed it right onto her opponent, he gritted his teeth waiting for whatever effect the talisman carried to activate. But nothing happened.Annie zoomed past him and ran straight at his downed comrade on the floor, recovering and preparing to use his alchemy on her.The man removed the supposed talisman from his arm and saw that it wasn't a talisman at all. It was just a piece of paper. One that looked like a talisman.He turned around and saw Annie running straight at his comrade, "shit!!" He thought as he instantly bolted in that direction.His comrade had his eyes clothes and his hands together, like he was conducting a prayer of some sorts."DODGE!!!" he yelled a

Earl sat in the middle of his cell. His eyes almost dead, void of life, his hair scattered and messy... It hadn't been combed in days.His teeth beginning to brown, his body reeking from weeks without a bath. But all that didn't matter to him, not right now, he didn't care at all.He sat silently with a look of despair and hopelessness on his face. His mouth moved slightly, repeating a single line over and over."I killed my mother""I killed my mother""I killed my mother"The reality he'd learnt still hadn't left him. The origins of his system, the way it was created, why it was created, he knew the bitter truth now.He was the cause. He was the virus. He was the sickness. He was a murderer even before he was born.Throughout he's life he'd grown up thinking that his mother died from a severe incurable illness and his father suffered a similar fate.He'd realised that wasn't the truth halfway through his first year, when he realised that his father died giving him a system and prote

The crowd had changed. The once-silent atmosphere with members of the crowd unsure of who to cheer for, now filled the arena with cheers.And who could blame them? The battle that ensued was intense. Earl the human and Polka the Drakeman had started their battle mere moments ago, and the tension riled them up.Who would win the clash? The scorn of the Drakeman, or the terrifying human?The two now stood opposite one another, pacing in a circle slowly, each sizing up the other.Polka drove his heels into the floor and launched at Earl, throwing his arm back and launching his attack.Earl moved his head to the side dodging a punch, however he felt his stomach churn as the sharp reptilian knee of Polka drove itself into him."The punch was a feint!?" He thought to himself as he felt his feet lift off the floor, however, instead of flying off,after his feet left the floor, he found himself hovering in mid-air.Polka's tail remained tightly wrapped around his body, squeezing him and holdin