Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

Qiu Yuan spoke with righteous indignation and as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His logic was simple: it was known that Hai Si was created by a previous civilization, and Ulpian referred to those researchers from that previous civilization as "the fathers of Hai Si." He was the only known surviving human from that previous civilization, so by all accounts, he was Hai Si's father, and naturally, he was also the father of the human in front of him who had begun to become like Hai Si.

He swore he meant nothing by it, and that it was their problem if others misunderstood.

He had just finished speaking with Amuro Tooru when he pushed open the door and left without any disguise. It wasn't for any other reason than that it would be troublesome to explain to Amuro Tooru. The guards who had returned to their posts in the corridor were startled by the two men who emerged from the previously locked room with such an imposing manner. Some wanted to stop them and ask questions, but they were intimidated by the men's nonchalant attitude.

As the saying goes, if you are confident enough, the one who doubts themselves will become someone else.

Along the way, no one dared to stop them.

He stopped at the entrance of Akihara, seemingly waiting for Amuro Tooru to catch up behind him.

"What do you plan to do? Just walk in and tell them not to drink that drink?" Amuro Tooru asked, clearly annoyed. Normally, he'd be happy for Su Dai to go and die; he wouldn't stop him, he'd even encourage him. But this time was different. The other man had just thrown a concept at him that he'd never heard of before, then said it would destroy the world, and before he could even explain it clearly, he wanted to take this secret to his death.

Akihara had already brought up the exchange panel and was sighing inwardly, knowing that all the points he had accumulated recently were about to go up in flames. He only looked up when he heard Amuro Tooru's question.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll go in first to draw their attention, then you can come in after me. Don’t let them spot you, I shouldn’t need to remind you—you intelligence guys are probably quite sensitive about people remembering your face.” Akihara said calmly, then turned on his headset and called Morofushi Kagemitsu. “Bourbon, you keep an eye on the others. If anyone drinks alcohol, notify Scotland. Don’t let them leave alive.”

Although Morofushi Kagemitsu was unaware of what had happened, he acknowledged that he had received the message.

Amuro Tooru wanted to say something, but Akihara had already pushed open the back door, quickly identified the target's location, and fired.

Amuro Tooru: ...This guy really is a madman!

……

After saying this, the diamond shape in Akihara's pupils became even more clearly visible. He didn't even need to activate his ability; the passive nature of this ability already made him feel that he was in a sea of ​​emotions, and he was a lone boat in this sea, who could be swallowed up by these emotions at any moment.

Is this... the world that Amiya experiences?

Akihara remained silent. True empathy is rare in this world, even among the closest of friends. Yet, at this moment, he felt he could suddenly understand his little rabbit, truly feeling her unease: she was enveloped by emotions that weren't her own, wearing a crown of thorns stained with Sarkaz blood—a crown she shouldn't wear, bearing the curse of the Demon King…

Now is not the time for sentimentality. Akihara stared directly at the monster draped in human skin not far away, and a small boat on a sea of ​​emotions suddenly found its direction. Perhaps because he had consumed less of the flesh and blood of the Sea Kings, Yamamoto Kazuo had not yet been completely assimilated by the horde and lost his own will. The strongest part of his emotions was being transmitted to Akihara through Amiya's ability—ambition, fanaticism, and a touch of inexplicable piety.

Piety...? Qiu Yuan recalled the layout of the meditation room, which resembled a religious ritual, and the white-haired woman who embodied both holiness and evil. He wondered to himself if there might be a similar deep-sea church in this world.

However, the truth will soon be revealed, which is precisely why he used Amiya's abilities. Amiya's Originium Arts, besides emotion reading, also include memory reading, memory weaving, and magical shaping. What he needs to do is meticulously unravel the memories of the person before him to find the origin of the Sea Invasion in this world.

What should one compare memories to? A palace, or a river? Akihara wondered, as the movements of those around him slowed, their tense expressions frozen on their faces, even Yamamoto's movements gradually coming to a halt. Before him, originating from Yamamoto Kazuo, a phantom river shimmering with silver light flowed gently. On this long river of memories, splashes of water occasionally rose, and a few silver bubbles floated on the surface. Following his instincts, Akihara reached out to one of the bubbles.

Pop! The bubble burst, and memories rushed towards him like a tidal wave.

The waves are rolling.

When Akihara opened his eyes again, he was at sea. Although it was still daytime, the sky was inky black, so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. He was now watching the entire flashback from the perspective of Yamamoto Kazuo, the leader of the Kawasaki Gang. The newly acquired Kawasaki Gang was in dire need of rebuilding, and he had only just begun to shift his influence to the sea. This time, they had taken on a big job: escorting a shipment of contraband from Tokyo to Hokkaido. If this mission was successful, it would greatly benefit the future development of the Kawasaki Gang. They were already short-handed, and with the tight schedule and heavy workload, he, as the leader, had personally taken on the task.

He was dressed like an ordinary fisherman, and the boat he was on was also a converted fishing boat. He did this mainly to avoid arousing suspicion from the coast guard, and also to catch a few fish on the way to earn some extra money.

As fate would have it, the fishing boat hadn't gone far when they spotted the annoying white patrol vessel of the Japan Coast Guard approaching from afar. Kazuo Yamamoto had no choice but to direct his crew away from the area and begin casting their nets, feigning compliance with the rules.

The sky grew increasingly gloomy, but unlike the prelude to a storm, the sea gradually calmed, a stillness that was unsettling. His expression grim, he took out his GPS receiver, only to find that signal interference prevented him from pinpointing the fishing boat's location.

"Boss, we just caught something strange." A crew member who had been fishing came running over. "Would you like to go take a look?"

Kazuo Yamamoto tapped the GPS with some frustration; unsurprisingly, there was still no signal. He replied "Okay," put down the GPS, and went up to the deck with the crew.

As he approached, everyone quickly made way, allowing Yamamoto Kazuo to clearly see the creature they were surrounding... It was called that because, aside from confirming that the thing was alive, none of the people present had the knowledge to identify its species.

The octopus-like creature, more than half a person's height, had what could be called a head tucked inside a metallic shell covered in sharp spikes, with coral-like keratin extending from its head. It was waving its soft, sucker-less appendages, and an eye, mostly black with little white, was staring straight at them from the gap between the shell and the appendages.