Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

The system watched with trepidation as Qiu Yuan leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, seemingly on the verge of fainting. It was still debating whether to check on him. It felt that it was also 1% responsible for how things had turned out this way. Well, only 1%!

Then, Qiu Yuan's voice suddenly rang in the system's ears, startling it.

"System, help me see if I have enough points left to exchange for Deep Sea Color's ability..." Without the playful and relaxed tone he had when talking to himself before, Akihara was truly exhausted and didn't even have the strength to open the panel.

"Host, you're almost there, but if you use that 20% off card from before, it will be enough to redeem it."

It wasn't enough originally, but the powerful emotions Yamamoto Kazuo felt before his death added more points to his account. The system didn't say the rest aloud, but everyone involved understood perfectly well.

"Host, what are you going to do...?" the system asked hesitantly.

"There are also a few who ignored the warnings and drank alcohol... Operator Deepcolor has a special physique, closer to the Sea Spirit than humans. She can use her abilities to sense who among those present has begun to transform into the Sea Spirit."

"But your current state..." I'm afraid that because you just used the ability you exchanged for points, your sanity value is too low, and your body will irreversibly change in the direction of Hai Si.

"We can't just leave them like this. Let me have some more time, and then we'll switch."

After uttering his last sentence, Akihara fell silent, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. However, he opened his eyes after only five minutes of rest. The throbbing pain in his head had begun to subside. He asked the system to exchange for the Deep Sea Color ability for him and closed his eyes to sense his "comrades" around him.

As mentioned before, Haisi is a "collective thinking" organism; individual intelligence is not high, but the thoughts of individuals are highly unified. Haisi's collective thinking is similar to that of a beehive; the operation mode of a bee colony can be understood as a distributed system, a cluster model built on biological logic. The bee colony uses a parallel system where thousands of bees work together for production and self-sustaining.

Akihara was plunged into darkness, and silence gradually enveloped his ears. It was as if he had grown a completely new sensory organ, making him suddenly feel as if he were beneath the still surface of the sea. The colors here were pale and lifeless, as if it were a forbidden zone where life could hardly survive.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something. Not far away, a faint blue orb of Klein light was radiating outwards, like a newborn baby reaching out to touch the outside world for the first time. A surge of joy at new life welled up in Akihara's heart.

The surrounding light gradually brightened, as if a net were connecting them together. He sensed more of his kind, and through the veins of the light network, their emotions were transmitted to him. They shared the same force field, and emotional fluctuations resonated between them. Akihara could feel their joy, sorrow, anger, and repression—everything about them felt as real as if he himself had experienced it.

He was the human most deeply influenced by Hai Si, the most powerful among his kind. The moment Hai Si's flesh and blood entered their bodies, the consciousness of the swarm deeply ingrained the concepts of prioritizing the interests of the race and making the survival and development of the race the sole purpose into their DNA. Those orbs of light were submitting to him, telling him that they were willing to serve as nourishment for even more powerful individuals.

Akihara approached one of the faint orbs of light. It was too weak and fragile to survive far from the ocean... Perhaps it would be a better choice to make it a part of himself.

Akihara held the ball of light tenderly in his hands, his gaze gentle and calm, like a mother looking at her child, and then brought it close to his lips.

Before he could bite down, he suddenly heard a loud banging sound coming from his brain, accompanied by the long wail of an air raid siren and an electronic voice shouting something.

"Host! Host, wake up!! Open your eyes and look at what you're doing!"

He opened his eyes somewhat irritably, the vibrant Klein blue disappearing. He was kneeling, cradling a human head in his arms. The head belonged to a bald, scarred man in a deep coma, his face pale, missing an arm, blood still flowing from the wound.

Fellow clansmen... No, wait, what am I here for?

"Phew, you scared me to death! You're finally awake! Our lighthearted fanfiction almost turned into R18G! Quick, do you remember what you were supposed to do? Put your hands on his body, and I'll put them into the system space!"

Akihara was still puzzled, not knowing what this noisy little thing was saying, but he still obediently did as he was told, as a voice in his subconscious was telling him that he could trust this guy who called himself a system.

Having collected all the humans who had received Hai Si's flesh and blood, Akihara stood in the main hall. The remaining humans lay sprawled on the floor in strange, contorted positions, their dark red blood staining the ancient wooden floor of the dojo. Beneath the plaque bearing the character "道" (Tao) hanging in the center of the main hall wall, the scene appeared both comical and aesthetically pleasing.

Aesthetics…? A fervent pursuit of art surged through Akihara's mind, suppressing his instincts as a sea creature. With a wave of his hand, a palette and paintbrush appeared. He began humming a song as he dipped his brush in the blood on the ground and painted on the wall.

system:……

What? It hasn't recovered at all! It sighed deeply and directly canceled the deep-sea color ability on Akihara.

The palette and paintbrush vanished simultaneously, and Akihara stopped in an eerie pose. He looked at the wall, where a painting, half-finished, depicted a giant flower with outstretched tentacles.

Um... what is this painting? Is it Quintus, the Bishop of the Deep Sea?

The system's voice rang in his ears at just the right moment. "As expected, when there's no danger... you are the greatest danger! You know what Deepsea Color's abilities are! If you wait until you finish drawing, this giant sea monster will descend upon this world! That's when it's truly over!"

Akihara nodded in agreement, looking like a bystander, as if he wasn't the one who had just done that.

"Can't you be serious for once?!" the system snapped.

"Isn't it you who's holding things up? Don't worry." Akihara Kazumitsu now had the strength to force a smile.

He randomly picked a lucky gang member, stole his phone, and first kindly called emergency services for these people, then called 110 (the police emergency number).

"Hello, I'm a resident living near XXXX. Today, when I went out to buy groceries, I heard a lot of loud banging and cracking noises coming from the temple next door. I peeked out and saw a gang fight! Oh my, it gave me a fright. Please come and take a look!"

After hanging up the phone, he casually tossed it back into the gangster's arms. Then, limping and unsteady, he walked out the door.