Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

Akihara Kazumitsu stared at the weighted average of Amuro Tooru's entry on the system panel until it returned to its previous normal level before letting out a long breath and slumping into the back seat of the car like a boneless pancake.

Rewind half an hour, shortly after they left the church with Amuro Tooru, it started to rain. He was incredibly grateful that the wound on his head had closed, otherwise he would have really put on a show of having water in his brain.

Even though his injuries have mostly healed, Akihara is still in great pain after using skills that have exceeded his body's limits multiple times. It feels like he's having an Oripathy attack, as described in Terra's medical textbooks. Tiny Originium crystal clusters seem to be growing and blooming under his skin, compressing the surrounding nerves and tissues, causing localized numbness and intense throbbing pain.

—This is accompanied by muscle atrophy, weakened strength, and easy fatigue. The body's immunity will also decline, leading to frequent fevers and coughs. Sometimes, the senses will also be affected, such as blurred vision, hallucinations, tinnitus, and so on. Qiu Yuan added in his mind, while also feeling these symptoms coming true for him one by one.

Where's Shuichi Akai?! Isn't he the one who drives the Gundam, the Hyakushiki and the Sazabi? How come he hasn't brought his car here yet after all this time...?

From then on, Qiu Yuan's every step felt like walking on cotton, as if he were floating on air. He could almost see the great bell tower of Galakashidiye, his black eyeballs practically reaching the back of his head. It seemed he was about to sit down and discuss philosophy with Quilon.

A rapid car engine roared as it approached. Akihara barely managed to lift his eyes and saw a car so familiar it brought tears to his eyes speeding towards him, screeching to a halt beside him and Amuro Tooru, splashing water everywhere.

At the cost of Akihara's blood-stained clothes, his loyal ally Friston finally came to save the people from their dire straits.

"You still haven't explained who Freston is." Back to the present, Shuichi Akai observed the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror. A blond, dark-skinned, non-Asian-looking stranger was casually tossed about in the left-hand back seat, his eyes closed, his head resting against the window, occasionally thudding as the car swayed.

On the other side, Su Dai also looked half-dead, as if he had just returned from a tough battle after being airlifted to the Yugoslav Federation a few hours after they parted ways.

In the end, how did Su Dai disappear from the highway in the blink of an eye? If someone was there to meet him, what was the purpose of asking me to come along?

Upon hearing his question, the man slowly opened his eyes after a long while. "Freston? An old friend of mine. His voice sounds quite like yours. I'm used to calling him that, so please don't mind."

Completely unconcerned that the FBI was working overtime to investigate someone named Freston, Akihara closed his heavy eyelids again, lazily calling out to the system in his mind.

"System, where are they?"

It was quiet and empty. If it weren't for the faint hum of electricity, Akihara would have suspected that some system had absconded to escape punishment.

"System, system, system..." Akihara cleared his throat. "Pilgrimage! Where are you?!"

After being called by its full name by its parents, the small ball of light reluctantly and awkwardly moved to Akihara's side.

"Host..." The electronic voice carried a hint of frustration and guilt. "I really don't know what happened. Logically speaking, besides you and me, no one else in this world should know that your identity is unusual..."

"I just reread the system manual, and this is how it explains the host's 'transmigration': 'Transmigration is a low-probability event caused by special energy fluctuations in the universe. The host's soul will be precisely projected into a suitable body in another world, and this process should be unique and discreet, so that it will not be detected by the original inhabitants of the world.'" The system explained weakly while projecting the text from the system manual into Akihara's mind in a semi-transparent form.

"In fact, to avoid moral disputes, we publicly claim that the body is specifically designed for the host's transmigration. The system creates a suitable body and identity for the host, including interpersonal relationships, all generated simultaneously." The system glanced guiltily at Qiu Yuan's face as it said this. "But in reality, it's about finding NPCs with simple interpersonal relationships, far removed from the main storyline, and who died due to various accidents. You know, finding such NPCs in this world with an extremely high mortality rate is quite easy..."

Akihara gave an "Oh," his expression showing no surprise. "I could have guessed. Tell me in detail how you chose 'Akihara Kazuhiro'."

"Initially, we conducted a thorough screening of the massive amount of data in this world. Using simple interpersonal relationships and distance from the main plot as the core criteria, we scanned countless individuals. 'Akihara Kazuhiro' came into our view because he was an orphan, had no complicated family relationships, lived alone, had a social circle limited to a few nodding acquaintances, had no close friends, did not participate in any major events, and had no connection with the key figures in this world who could influence the course of events."

"Judging from his daily routine, his activities are basically fixed, going back and forth between his apartment and school. This kind of lifestyle means that his existence will not interfere with the main storyline of the world in the slightest, and even if his identity is replaced, it will not trigger a chain reaction."

Akihara listened calmly, "What is the basis for your judgment?"

"...It is memory. We have gone through the memories of Akihara Kazuhiro himself, as well as the memories of a few other people related to him, and we have come to these conclusions."

Akihara raised an eyebrow, made no comment, and gestured with his chin to signal the system to continue.

"The following section is mainly based on physical and mental assessments. His physical fitness test results are very similar to your original physical data, which means that your soul can adapt to and control this body relatively easily."

"Furthermore, the timing of his unexpected death was perfect, a sudden death from a long period of sub-health. At the moment his life ended, we seized the opportunity to send your soul over, completing this journey."

To support its claim, the system even respectfully presented the "Memories of Akihara Kazuhiro" that was clearly priced in the store.

"Actually, whether you changed Akihara Kazuhiro's memories or not didn't make much difference... because there really wasn't any crucial information." After the system finished speaking, it started playing the "pitiful" emoji on a loop, trying its best to make itself appear innocent and pitiful.

Akihara Kazuhiro casually took the memory orb, which turned into a paperback book. He quickly flipped through it, and with a flash of light, the memories of Amuro Tooru and the priest that he had just acquired also turned into two books. The three books were then thrown into the library cart that had appeared out of thin air in Akihara Kazuhiro's mind.

“Memory is the most unreliable thing. Even without using Originium Arts, suggestive questions, misinformation, personal experiences, and current emotions can all affect the accuracy of memories,” Akihara said calmly. “Perhaps someone has exploited this loophole to mislead your judgment and thus orchestrate what appears to be an uncontrollable time travel.”

“‘There was an ant that was not content with occasional gifts and tried to control the humans who gave it sugar…’” Akihara smiled. “Do you think that long series of parables by the riddle-solving priest was hinting at these things to me?”