Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

At noon, the sun hung high in the sky.

Southern suburbs of Huanyang City.

The lake surface shimmered, sparkling like scattered gold, as tranquil as a frozen landscape painting.

—Chirp!

Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the silence!

High in the sky, a gray bird folded its wings and swooped down, as fast as an arrow released from a bow, and plunged headfirst into the lake.

Whoosh!

The sharp claws precisely cleaved through the water, creating a fleeting splash.

When it flapped its wings and took flight again, a small white fish was wriggling desperately between its claws.

The silvery-white scales reflected a dazzling cold light under the strong light, and the tiny body struggled violently.

It wanted to break free from the claws and re-enter the water.

However, this idea ultimately remained just a pipe dream.

The bird's claws that gripped it were like cold iron hoops, rendering all its resistance futile and powerless.

Simultaneously.

Without hesitation, the gray bird flapped its wings, creating a dull gust of wind, and soared into the sky carrying its food.

As it rises rapidly and moves, it casts tiny shadows due to the sunlight.

We briefly passed over the only gray-white building complex on the central island of the lake below.

On the rooftop of one of the buildings, several bold red characters stood out prominently.

——Chenguang Mental Rehabilitation and Convalescence Center.

Of course, locals are more accustomed to calling it Chenguang Mental Hospital.

It is silently reflected in the mirror-like center of the lake, its gray-white walls exuding a solemn air, which is out of place with the surrounding beautiful scenery.

At this moment, in one of the inpatient buildings.

From the outside, all the metal railings on the balconies are designed with a fine mesh, resembling a giant birdcage that traps the people inside.

Mental patients dressed in hospital gowns walked around, making strange movements, or pausing to mutter to themselves.

now.

In one of the private wards on the third floor, the air was filled with the pungent chemical smell of disinfectant.

The midday sun was pale and scorching, penetrating the wire mesh fence and glass of one side of the window and casting fragmented, sharp-edged patches of light on the white ground.

A gaunt figure stood amidst the fragments of light and shadow.

The blue and white striped hospital gown he was wearing looked a bit too big.

The number '301' printed on his chest was particularly glaring under the glare.

The figure was a young man in his early twenties, sitting on the bed with his face tilted back, his neck stretched at an almost broken, stiff angle, gazing at the sky outside the window.

Beneath the pale skin were clearly visible bluish-gray vein patterns.

His cheeks were sunken and had a deathly pale color, as if he had been completely drained of his energy, showing no sign of life.

Pale flesh clung tightly to the bones, outlining the jagged skeletal structure.

He looked like a dried-up corpse, drained of all his energy.

Only the occasional slight rise and fall of his chest proved that this person still retained the vital signs of being alive.

now.

His deep-set eyes were vacant, staring blankly through the glass at the vast expanse of blue sky and water outside the window, lost in thought.

As time went by, I don't know how much time had passed.

In the depths of the young man's somewhat empty and bewildered eyes, something seemed to be quietly touched, little by little, like mist blown away by the wind, slowly settling and condensing, finally turning into a clear and bright color.

Then, the young man slowly turned his neck, his gaze sweeping across the room inch by inch.

The room was very empty.

Apart from the low iron bed beneath him, there was nothing else.

The walls, bed corners, ceiling—all edges were covered with a thick, soft material, eliminating any possible sharp corners.

Then, his gaze finally settled on a corner of the ceiling.

There was a hemispherical surveillance camera embedded there, pointing directly at him, its dark red light flashing regularly.

Seeing this scene.

The young man calmly withdrew his gaze, his head drooping down onto the faded gray hospital gown he was wearing.

This action brings to mind the rough feel of the fabric rubbing against the skin, which feels very realistic.

After witnessing this scene.

His chapped lips moved slightly before he closed them.

"How could... such a thing happen?"

Hu Long was not the original owner of this body.

He was a soul from another world, and for some unknown reason, he had quietly taken over this body not long ago.

This kind of situation was not unfamiliar to him from the movies and novels he had seen before.

It also has a more widely known name:

Through.

Time travel can be broadly divided into two categories: physical body travel and soul travel.

The so-called "wearing" means that the physical body directly enters another world, falling into it completely.

Soul transmigration, on the other hand, often involves the soul crossing boundaries and being placed in a different physical body.

Thinking about this...

He raised his hand and held it up to his eyes.

What came into view was a pale hand. Under the sunlight, thin skin tightly wrapped the bones, and the meridians were faintly visible under the skin, like a pale specimen draped in human skin.

This is not his body covered in root canals.

He transmigrated into this completely unfamiliar body; clearly, it was a case of soul transmigration.

If an ordinary person were to encounter such a misfortune, they would probably be filled with fear and confusion.

Just as leaving one's hometown to work can be unsettling, how much more so when one is completely in a different world and with a different body?

But Hu Long is different.

There was no trace of confusion or fear in his eyes, but rather an indescribable...ecstasy.

Of course, this is not because he has exceptional mental fortitude or is free from all attachments.

The reason for this is that in his previous life, he became a vegetable due to an accident.

A whole decade.

He was conscious, but could only lie in the hospital bed, unable to even open his eyelids.

Hearing was his only connection to the outside world, but in a sense, it also became his eternal prison.

He couldn't even end his own life; that despair soaked his soul day and night like ice water.

And now...

He gently bent his fingers.

The dry joints made a faint cracking sound.

This body is alive.

It can move, it can breathe, and it can touch its surroundings.

Even though this body is so weak, and even though there are still some hidden dangers.

But for Hu Long, this was already extremely fortunate.

Thinking of this, a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

It's like someone who has been in the dark for too long finally touching a glimmer of light.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of the sunlight shining on his body through the window.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

At the same time.

Fragments of memories about this body surfaced in his mind.

The original owner shared the same name as him.

That's not the point. The point is that the original owner was mentally ill, or more precisely, suffered from paranoia.

This is a type of delusional disorder.

Based on the severity, it can be divided into three levels.

Mild: It has little impact on daily life and may only manifest as vigilance or avoidance of certain situations.

Moderate: Suspecting that others will harm oneself, cutting off all social interaction, and frequently calling the police or filing complaints.

Severe: Dangerous behaviors occur, such as potentially attacking others, attempting suicide or self-harm. In this case, it is completely impossible to maintain a normal life, and emergency intervention is required.

The original owner was a severe case of paranoia and was completely unable to take care of himself.

He attempted suicide at least ten times.

There are many healed wounds on his arms and neck.

Even with drug intervention here, there was no improvement whatsoever; on the contrary, his mental state worsened.

That's why he was locked up here and placed under 24-hour surveillance to prevent any unforeseen events.

Of course, this is how outsiders perceive the original owner.

Having regained the original owner's memories, Hu Long knew that things were not as they seemed.

The original owner was perfectly normal and didn't have any mental illness. The reason she became like this was due to another reason.

Thinking about this...

Hu Long opened his eyes.

His gaze moved slowly across the ward, finally settling on the blast-proof window on one side.