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

Chapter 185 Civilization [Part Two]

In the ruins of a city.

Beside the collapsed wall.

Hu Long held a black stick in one hand and grabbed the peddler's head with the other.

As Hu Long finished speaking.

The peddler, now only a head remaining, suddenly stopped struggling in his grasp.

Immediately afterwards, as if struck by lightning, it began to tremble violently.

And on that head, which was originally as smooth as a pebble and had no facial features, a strange change suddenly appeared.

Faces kept rising and appearing from under the skin, then disappearing again.

For a fleeting moment, a dozen faces appeared on the surface at the same time, pressing against each other, twisting and overlapping.

Men, women, young and old, all with different appearances.

Some were sorrowful, some were laughing wildly, some were ferocious, and some were empty-headed; their expressions varied greatly.

At first glance, it seems as if countless souls are imprisoned within this head.

They all erupted in a frenzy, struggling and roaring silently, as if trying to break free of this cage of flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene.

Hu Long casually stuck the black stick into the ground and slightly raised his arm.

Snapped!

He struck the constantly shifting head with a single palm strike.

His palm was enveloped in a crimson-gold aura of true energy, scorching and domineering, containing extremely high temperature and destructive power.

At the moment the shot was taken, large plumes of black smoke hissed out of the head.

At the same time.

Those faces all screamed in agony.

The voice was like a vengeful ghost, piercing to the bone, and the black smoke transformed into hideous and terrifying human faces, rushing towards Hu Long.

This scene would terrify most people.

however.

Faced with this situation.

Hu Long's expression remained unchanged.

The black smoke dispersed immediately upon contact with Hu Long's body.

He ignored it and raised his hand to slap her several more times.

He was beaten until he screamed in agony.

Hu Long had this question.

It was because the information that appeared on the Su-style noodle board was too unusual the moment they made contact with the other party.

[Target: Peddler's Cart]

[Mental Talent: Buying on Credit]

[Size: 600M (Status: Not available for download: Requires abandoning the physical body, undergoing soul transformation, and losing one's self)]

(Note: This ability originates from a long-destroyed civilization and is the product of the collective will of a group of powerful beings.)

This ability allows one to obtain goods on credit and then forcibly detain and control the victim.

It can even steal the abilities of others, but the acquired abilities are only one-fifth of the original.

See here.

Hu Long couldn't help but recall the information about this peddler.

"If someone responds or comes close, a pale white hand will emerge from the basket and hand out something related to the responder's deep-seated obsession. The recipient will be pursued for their debt within seven days."

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The reason for handing over the item.

It's obviously because of this talent.

Regarding this talent.

Hu Long didn't care, because Taisu Noodles also had this ability.

Moreover, the skills and talents acquired through downloading will not be discounted, but will be perfectly inherited.

It's far more powerful than this thing.

Not to mention that the talent requirements are so demanding.

Therefore, it wasn't of much value to him.

He was concerned about something else.

That is the civilization mentioned in the panel.

This is also the fundamental reason why he wanted to ask the peddler.

The peddler in front of us is also a kind of spirit.

Upon seeing the information, Hu Long became even more curious about the origin of this thing.

Although he managed to grab the other man's only remaining head.

However, this thing does not actually have a physical body in the real sense.

It is somewhat similar to an energy convergence of will and the spirit of heaven and earth.

"————I come from Cangyuan————"

The peddler's body suddenly stopped trembling.

On that previously empty face, the face of a middle-aged man with a resolute expression slowly emerged. He had a thick beard, a face full of fat, and a hint of confusion between his brows.

He opened his mouth.

The moment the first five words left his mouth, it was as if he had touched some kind of irresistible taboo deep within his soul.

The head began to disappear.

It wasn't shattering or exploding, but rather like being erased by an invisible eraser.

The skull is fading rapidly.

Therefore, the peddler's head seemed to disappear as if it didn't exist, and it broke free from Hu Long's grasp.

The entire head and body floated backward, like a withered leaf blown by the wind, and hovered in mid-air.

The middle-aged man's face completely disappeared, replaced by a beautiful woman's face.

His skin was as pale as paper, and a strange blue fluorescent butterfly tattoo was on his left cheek. The butterfly's wings trembled slightly, as if it might burst out of his skin at any moment.

"You can't kill me."

Her voice rang out, clear and aloof.

With an undisguised mockery in his voice.

"You have defied fate, and you will be punished—"

She appeared nonchalant, and her body was slowly growing.

However, before he could finish speaking, his tone suddenly changed.

"What did you do to me?"

The mockery in her voice receded like the tide, replaced by an undisguised terror.

Her beautiful eyes widened, her pupils contracted sharply, and her face showed a mixture of shock and anger, as if she had witnessed something that overturned her understanding.

Suddenly, a crimson-white flame appeared out of thin air and stuck to her body.

The flames flickered silently, their color dazzling, as if they were heavenly fire pulled directly from the void.

But she has managed to burn to her current state.

"Your sins are grave; you deserve purification!"

Hu Long spoke calmly, his tone serious, as if he were conducting a trial.

Since we can't get anything useful out of it, then this thing has no reason to live.

The words fell.

The flames suddenly surged.

The blazing flames completely engulfed the head, and the beautiful face was violently distorted in the firelight.

The blue butterfly tattoo seemed to come alive, writhing wildly, tearing through the skin, and bursting forth with its wings.

They fanned the wind, trying to extinguish the fire and shake it off, but it was utterly impossible.

The fire was like a maggot clinging to a bone.

Soon, the butterfly wings melted, scattering fluorescent light like a moth being scorched by flames.

"ah-!"

Screams tore through the void.

That wasn't one person's voice.

Men, women, young and old, high-pitched and low-pitched, sharp and rough, countless different voices rang out at the same moment.

It was as if hundreds of souls were imprisoned beneath this face, now being burned together by the flames, wailing in despair.

The face was also changing wildly, with old women, children, strong men, and young girls appearing and disappearing in the flames, like a mask book being turned over by the wind.

No living being can bear the pain of having their soul and will burned.

It is no exception.

Fortunately, the flames didn't last long.

puff!

Accompanied by a soft sound.

The illusory head burst open without warning, like a bubble that had been punctured.

There was no flying blood and flesh, only countless pale blue fluorescent fragments scattered and flew everywhere, like broken fireflies, drawing a few poignant arcs in the air before being completely annihilated into the air.

[Data usage +1000MB]

[Source Value +813]

This peddler, whose life had been unknown for countless years, was now completely dead.

After doing all this, Hu Long picked up the black stick stuck in the ground and gently stroked the cloud pattern on it with his fingers, wiping away a trace of blood.

The feeling of having a weapon in your hand is ultimately different from being unarmed.

This will allow him to unleash his full potential.

After this initial practical test, he was very satisfied with the black stick.

"Fine, I'll give you a name, since you're a pillar that brings death to the enemy."

"Then let's call him Mingliang!"

After randomly choosing a name.

Hu Long stopped interfering.

Instead, it brings up the control panel.

Look at the two lines of text at the bottom.

[Data usage: 2933MB]

[Source Value: 4210.36 strands]

This time, the harvest was plentiful. After killing the peddler, the source value added up to more than three thousand strands.

Traffic also increased by one gigabyte.

The purpose of this trip has been perfectly achieved; not only have we obtained traffic and source value, but we have also obtained a piece of information.

Regarding the existence of a civilization called Cangyuan Civilization.

Unfortunately, we didn't get any useful information from them.

However, this is not a problem.

Because he already has a goal.

Those are the stone people of Lai Kingdom.

That thing is very likely a being from some ancient civilization.

He might be able to get some useful information from there.

However, before that...

Since we're already here, it would be a waste not to make some gains.

In addition, it's a good opportunity to conduct the experiment I had previously envisioned.

Thinking of this, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

"Where did that guy go?!"

High in the sky, an armed helicopter was circling and monitoring the area.

Inside the cabin, several soldiers stared intently down below, their expressions suddenly changing.

Not only them, but also a group of officials in the high-level conference room of the Jin Kingdom, hundreds of kilometers away, had solemn expressions.

The thermal imaging signal on the giant screen disappeared without warning, as if the dangerous person had never existed.

Whether the sudden disappearance of such a dangerous entity is a good thing or a bad thing is hard to say.

If we were to leave now, that would be fine.

But if they were to lie in wait—

Everyone felt a heavy weight on their hearts, as if a stone was pressing down on them.

However, before they could react...

A calm voice rang out in the cabin.

Tell me, in which direction is your capital?

Everyone was shocked and turned around abruptly.

Hu Long had appeared inside the cabin at some point, standing casually in the middle of the aisle. Hei Gun leaned on his shoulder, his expression indifferent, as if he had always been standing there.

Inside the conference room, a huge live feed projected this scene clearly onto the screen.

"What is this guy trying to do?"

The old man who had spoken earlier had a gloomy expression.

"Does he think our soldiers are all spineless?"

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Some people scoffed dismissively.

"Trying to get information out of them is ridiculous."

"That's right, those are all elite soldiers of our Jin Kingdom."

Others agreed.

They have a mysterious confidence in this regard.

but.

The voice just fell.

In the video, the soldier being questioned has a tremor in his eyes, and his finger stiffly points to a certain direction.

"In that direction—178 kilometers from here."

His voice was dry, as if it were being forced out of his throat.

At the very moment he pointed it out.

Hu Long's figure disappeared again.

There was no sound of wind, no afterimage.

Only the deafening roar of air being torn apart exploded outwards, stretching into the distance like a white dragon shooting along the clouds.

Inside the meeting room, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

As if frozen in place, their expressions became fixed.

That guy—he's actually coming towards them?

At the same time, a single thought exploded in everyone's mind.

"Could it be that ordering the attack angered that monster?!"

Thinking about this...

Some people even slid off their chairs and fell to the ground.

Then he hurriedly stood up and stumbled as he fled outside.

Only a few minutes have passed since the international appeal for help was issued.

Even if reinforcements arrive, they can't wait.

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The most important thing to do now is to leave here as soon as possible.

Otherwise, given that guy's strength, the consequences would be unpredictable once he finds them.

However, not everyone is so clear-headed.

They are a group of people who wield power and occupy high positions.

They have long been accustomed to viewing things from their own perspective.

After an initial moment of panic upon Hu Long's arrival, they quickly calmed down.

"This person can communicate, so he's probably not some kind of supernatural being; he's most likely a human."

The old man spoke in a deep voice, his brows furrowed, yet still carrying a certain certainty.

"I refuse to believe that this man would dare to defy the world and directly attack us. With such a significant international impact, does he really dare to do such a thing?!"

"good!"

The people behind him nodded in agreement, a hint of self-confidence gradually emerging on their faces.

"We're not just representing ourselves, but the entire Kingdom of Jin! How can we be so cowardly and afraid of trouble!"

As they spoke, they glanced up at the few people fleeing in panic, a hint of disdain flashing across their lips.

A few minutes later.

Jinguo, the capital.

The once bustling city center.

At this moment, inside one of the manors.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and at first glance, everything seemed normal.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that these people's pupils are numb and dull, without any emotional fluctuations.

Like puppets that have lost their souls.

And all this.

It was Hu Long who exerted collective psychological manipulation on them.

He was too lazy to argue with these guys, so he simply took control of everything.

This kind of mental manipulation is only the most rudimentary form of mind control, far superior to imprinting a mental mark. Therefore, the person being manipulated appears somewhat stiff and lacks agility.

But it's enough for now.

now.

Inside one of the large warehouses.

It was piled high with the bones of strange and unusual creatures.

These are all strange and malevolent spirits that the Kingdom of Jin has accumulated over the years.

After all, these things can be used to forge weapons and add special abilities. Even if they can't use them themselves, they can be sold to other countries in exchange for what they need.

Although Jin Kingdom is only a small country, it is still a country, and the accumulated remains of strange and evil spirits are still quite considerable.

Hu Long raised his hand and grabbed.

The vital energy and blood surged forth.

These strange and malevolent remains turned directly into powder.

At the same time, streams of clear air flowed into his body.

[Source Value +19]

[Source Value +21]

Ignore the handwriting in front of you.

After doing all this, Hu Long turned and left.

three days later.

The sun shone brightly, casting its rays upon the manor's gardens.

Water droplets from the fountain splashed and refracted into tiny specks of light in the sunlight, landing on the petals and leaves nearby.

Hu Long stood in the garden, his hands behind his back.

The surroundings were so quiet it felt unreal.

Those who were being manipulated by mind control continued to busy themselves like puppets, and no one approached them.

His expression was thoughtful, his gaze fixed on the fountain ahead, yet seemingly piercing through the mist and light, landing on something further away...

Deeper still.

A gentle breeze rustled through the fabric, causing the hem of her clothes to flutter slightly.

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"Reputation? No, it's something more abstract—"

Hu Long muttered to himself, his brows gradually relaxing as if he were thinking of something.

These three days have passed.

He repeatedly tried different ways to acquire traffic, through continuous experimentation.

I already have a clearer idea in mind about this.

The ways to gain traffic are currently all related to people, or more accurately, to "luck".

In short, those who have enough "luck" can gain traffic from Hu Long once they are controlled or killed.

The so-called "luck" is actually an abstract concept coined by Hu Long himself, and he is not even sure if it really exists.

One way to understand it is this: the whole world is like a novel.

In novels and screenplays, the more screen time and the more important a character is, the more viewership they generate.

The more marginalized a person is, the less attention they will receive.

Conversely, even if a person possesses great strength, they cannot gain popularity if they lack "luck".

Just like the person who was killed by Hu Long with a single blow, he clearly lacked luck.