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

On his retina, a line of text suddenly appeared.

[Source Value +0.01]

Seeing this scene.

A thought struck him.

Summon the Taisu noodle board.

[Owner: Hu Long]

[Skill: Network Attack and Defense (Master)]

[Internet speed: 8M/S]

[Data usage: 0MB]

[Source Value: 3.01 strands]

The illusory silver-white download panel reappeared before my eyes, but it had changed somewhat compared to before.

The source value column at the bottom now reads 3.01.

Compared to before, it increased by 0.01 out of thin air.

"What is the source of this source value?"

Hu Long's gaze shifted slightly.

He scanned the empty surroundings.

Then, as if remembering something, he looked out the window.

"Could it be...?"

A guess arose in his mind, but it still needed to be verified.

Hu Long remained lying on the bed, motionless, as if he were asleep.

time flies.

A few gray sparrows landed on the branches of a tree outside the window, chirping and chattering.

The light shining into the room also shifted slightly over time.

Hu Long, who had been lying down, suddenly opened his eyes again.

[Source Value +0.01]

A line of silvery-white writing appeared, then slowly faded away.

At the same time, the source value column above the panel increased by 0.01 again.

Seeing this scene.

He struggled to his feet and made his way to the shadows on the side of the bed.

After waiting for roughly the same amount of time, nothing changed.

"Just as I expected!"

Hu Long's heart stirred slightly, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he was almost certain that the source of this source value was probably sunlight.

He can draw the source value needed by the panel from the sunlight.

Of course, whether this is really the case still needs to be verified multiple times before we can say for sure.

Time flows silently by, and the blazing midday sun has quietly set in the west.

Vast expanses of fiery red sunset clouds spread across the horizon, like spilled molten gold, scorching half the sky.

The brightness in the ward was swallowed by the twilight.

Shadows slowly crept out from the corners of the walls and under the bed, gradually encroaching on the space in the ward.

Only a faint ray of sunlight remained by the window, casting a dim yellow light on the floor, like embers about to burn out.

Click.

The small iron window below the door was pulled open from the outside.

"Dinner's ready!"

A voice echoed.

At the same time, a hand wearing white gloves placed a lunchbox and a bottle of yogurt on the ground.

After doing all this, the other party immediately withdrew their hand.

The iron bars slammed shut again with a short, cold clanging sound.

On the bed, Hu Long, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them.

He didn't sleep soundly.

Physical condition is secondary.

The feeling of being transported from another era is the hardest to calm down.

He propped himself up with his hands, his limbs still feeling weak.

Fortunately, the deep-seated feeling of exhaustion has faded somewhat.

It was just that as it got later, the sun wasn't as scorching as it was at noon, which made me feel a little cold.

There was a blanket on the bed, but Hu Long didn't cover himself with it.

He discovered that covering it would affect the efficiency of retrieving the source value, slightly prolonging the time required to do so.

Fortunately, the clothes she was wearing were probably too thin, so it didn't have much of an effect.

Otherwise, he might consider taking off his clothes and sunbathing.

Barefoot, he stepped onto the floor, still warm from the sunlight, and slowly walked towards the door.

I bent down to pick up the lunchbox and a can of yogurt in a cardboard box next to it.

According to the standard procedures of mental hospitals, meals are usually delivered to the wards, or, if necessary, fed by a designated person.

The current situation is due to the original owner's explicit request to do so. Influenced by that "ghostly thing," the original owner is highly wary of everyone.

Except for critical steps like taking medication that require intervention from others, he almost always refuses any external interference.

Both the lunchbox and the straw are made of soft plastic, and the surface has a vague frosted texture when touched with your fingers.

The spoon is also made of soft material with rounded edges.

This was to prevent mentally ill patients from committing suicide. After all, the original owner of this body had attempted suicide several times, and after diagnosis, the condition had become extremely serious.

Hu Long opened the box.

A bowl of white rice, topped with a few pieces of braised pork coated in a thick sauce, with a few winter melon and pork meatballs scattered around, and a small portion of shredded potatoes.

The amount wasn't much, considering the original owner's physical condition meant she couldn't eat much.

He picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of food, and put it in his mouth to chew.

The taste was so-so, neither bad nor good, but Hu Long didn't care.

This body desperately needs replenishment of nutrients and simply cannot withstand any more strain.

He needs to eat more.

Soon, they finished eating it.

Hu Long lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the urge to urinate woke him up.

As dusk deepened outside the window, the setting sun was half-hidden below the horizon, its afterglow dimming, leaving the room gloomy.

The distant chirping of cicadas broke the evening silence in waves.

A sudden, inexplicable feeling of loneliness washed over me.

Hu Long shook his head, got up to stretch his limbs, and then, with a thought, summoned the Tai Su noodle board that only he could see.

A silvery shimmer floated.

He stared at it for a long while, and finally let out a long sigh.

None of this is a dream.

He then stood up and pressed the call button next to him.

Have someone take him to the toilet.

People with severe mental illness like him are usually provided with specialized care.

The visitor was a familiar face; it was Li Dalin, the male caregiver from earlier that day.

The two made their way to the restroom.

"By the way, what time is it now?"

Hu Long suddenly asked this question.

Upon hearing this...

Li Dalin glanced at Hu Long with some surprise.

He was no stranger to Hu Long.

The other party has been living here for almost three years.

It was fine at first.

However, as time went on, the condition became more and more serious.

I haven't communicated with anyone at all for the past six months.

I didn't expect him to take the initiative to speak up today.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

"7:21."

After saying that, he added another sentence.

"It's evening."

Hu Long paid no attention to the other party's additional words, which sounded like they were taking care of a mentally ill person.

Accompanied by the sound of rushing water.

Hu Long did not reply.

He seemed to be in a daze.

In fact, his gaze was fixed on the vegetarian noodle board in front of him.

To be precise, I looked at the bottom line of text.

[Source Value: 3.05 strands]

Since the panel appeared, the source value has only increased by 0.05 strands.

Although there was no clock in the ward, it was easy to tell from the height of the sun that it must have been around one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's summer now, and it's only just gotten dark.

At this rate, it's roughly equivalent to 0.01 strands of source value per hour.

It only takes 0.1 strands per day, and it takes ten days to accumulate 1 point of source value, which is 1 megabyte of traffic.

This speed isn't particularly fast, but it's not slow either.

……

Time flies like water.

Day after day.

Life in a mental hospital is actually quite dull, especially for someone like Hu Long who has a severe mental illness. He is not even allowed to go out for fresh air or talk to people, let alone step out of the gate.

However, Hu Long didn't care about that.

He didn't like noise anyway, so if things could stay this way, it would suit him just fine.

Of course, if it weren't for that ghostly thing bothering him, he might have really wanted to stay here longer.

Because of the existence of that shadow, Hu Long knew that he had to make a change and leave as soon as possible.

The prerequisite is that this hospital must be a legitimate hospital.