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

Hu Long leaned back into his seat.

The leather hugs the back, providing a solid, enveloping feel.

He turned his head and looked out the car window.

The shrubs and trees in the green belt merged into a blurry green shadow, rushing past rapidly.

Fine raindrops gathered on the glass, winding their way down and turning the world outside the window into a flowing, watery hue.

Further away, the leaden-gray sky hung heavy in the distance.

Raindrops rippled across the lake's surface, creating countless tiny waves that spread, intersected, and disappeared in concentric circles.

Several fish could be vaguely seen floating near the surface, their mouths opening and closing, swallowing and spitting out bubbles.

This bridge is the only road connecting the island in the center of the lake to the outside world.

As the distance increased, the cluster of buildings behind us became hazy in the rain and mist.

See here.

He withdrew his gaze, a thought struck him, and he summoned the Tai Su Noodle Board.

Then, my gaze fell on the bottom column.

[Source value: 4.31 (strands)]

Due to weather conditions, the source value has only increased by about four points in the past two months.

He hates rainy days.

Without sunlight, the source value will not increase.

This would slow down his progress in downloading skills and improving himself, while the threat of that ghostly figure remained in his mind, like a thread that was gradually tightening.

We need to find a way to resolve this after I'm discharged from the hospital.

in the driver's seat.

While driving, Hu Zhao glanced at Hu Long, who was silent in the back seat, through the rearview mirror.

He was gazing out the window, lost in thought, his profile appearing somewhat distant in the dim light.

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the steering wheel before finally speaking, breaking the silence in the car.

"How...have you been lately?"

Hu Long's thoughts were pulled back.

He turned his head and looked at the sister he remembered.

The original owner of this body is currently twenty-one years old, and the other party is five years older than him, so he should be twenty-six.

Three years have passed, and Hu Zhao has lost some of his former naivety and gained a touch of maturity.

But that face still looked the same as before.

In the original owner's memory, their relationship was quite close, like that of ordinary siblings.

They often playfully fight.

During the three years that the original owner was sent to Chenguang Mental Hospital, she visited her a few times at the beginning.

However, later on, the original owner's mental state deteriorated rapidly. She didn't want to see anyone, so visits gradually decreased.

His eyes flickered slightly, but there was not much ripple in them. He simply gave a perfectly timed smile and nodded.

"I feel pretty good. The doctor said that if I take my medication on time and my condition stabilizes, it won't be as easy for it to recur."

His voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

"That's good."

Hu Zhao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, turning his gaze back to the road ahead.

"Don't think about anything when you get home this time, just get some rest."

After he finished speaking, the car fell silent again.

All that remained was the rustling sound of tires rolling over the slippery road and the low hum of the air conditioning system.

Hu Zhao had something on his mind, and with three years having passed, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity and distance between his younger brother, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Hu Long naturally noticed this subtle awkwardness as well.

Although some of the original owner's memories remained, they were also incomplete.

This world, judging from the strange things attached to it, is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Until it is certain that there are other means to uncover the truth about his identity, maintaining his original identity, speaking as little as possible, and minimizing unnecessary slip-ups is the wise course of action.

Fortunately, he was labeled as mentally ill.

Even if some unusual behavior is exhibited, it can be attributed to mental illness.

"My parents haven't finished settling their business matters yet, and they're out of town, so they can't come back right away."

Hu Zhao's voice rang out again, and her gaze casually swept across his face.

"That's why I couldn't pick you up right away."

Seeing that his expression remained calm, she continued.

"And... in the years you were gone, the family... gained a new member."

The voice just fell.

"Um?"

Hu Long raised an eyebrow and glanced up at her.

"You're married and have children?"

Hu Zhao choked, and a faint blush suddenly rose on her cheeks.

"I'm not even married yet, how could I have a child?"

Her tone carried a hint of annoyance, but she herself was unaware that the tense and slightly awkward atmosphere had been largely dispelled by Hu Long's abrupt remark.

"Our parents gave birth to another baby brother for us."

"oh."

Hu Long smiled, but the smile was faint and didn't reach his eyes.

"Good."

Why did she have to give birth right after the original owner of this body entered a mental hospital?

It was clearly intentional.

But that's normal, it's in the original owner's memory fragments.

For various reasons, although the treatment was similar, this family has always favored sons over daughters.

In the past, his parents favored him.

Now that his "main body" has been diagnosed with mental illness, it's as if his training is ruined.

They would naturally need to create another "short account," which was to be expected.

If the original owner were here, she might feel sad.

However, Hu Long felt no emotion whatsoever.

This situation isn't so hard to accept.

Whether or not to have children is a choice for the parents themselves, and it is not their place to interfere.

Besides, given the original owner's family's wealth, let alone adding one more child, even if there were ten or eight more, they could easily afford to support them.

In the driver's seat.

Seeing Hu Long's calm reaction through the camera lens, Hu Zhao felt a little relieved, but a pang of heartache also welled up inside her.

She came alone today with the intention of testing the waters and giving him a buffer, fearing that too many people would gossip and that she might say something wrong that would trigger a relapse in his condition.

After seeing this scene.

The anxiety that had been hanging over her all the way finally eased a little.

Hu Long, of course, was unaware of her deep thoughts and considerations.

Even if they knew, they probably wouldn't care.

Having traveled through time, I now face these 'blood relatives' who exist only in my memories.

Although they are more familiar with each other than ordinary people, it is still difficult for them to develop any kind of deep bond.

However, this digression eased the atmosphere considerably.

The two chatted casually, with Hu Zhao asking questions and Hu Long giving brief answers.

The two people spoke softly, and their voices blended into the sounds of rain and engine, so they didn't seem out of place.

About fifteen minutes later, the car, which was driving through the rain, slowly slowed down and turned into a quiet park.

In stark contrast to the towering buildings outside, the buildings here are low-lying, with continuous stretches of blue-tiled roofs.

It appears even more hazy and pleasant in the rain.

The eaves of one side of the wall outlined a wave-like arc in the rain, appearing to undulate continuously as the car moved along.

At the entrance, the three characters "Qiwu Garden" exude elegance.

Not far away, an ancient canal lies quietly, its waters reflecting the sky.

Following the soft guiding lights on the ground, the car glided into the ramp on the left leading to the underground parking garage.

On both sides are rugged rock walls, and the linear light strips at the top cast warm light that reflects off the rock walls.

Hu Long glanced at it, understood immediately, and showed no surprise.

The original owner came from a very wealthy family.

It owns a pharmaceutical factory and has also ventured into real estate development in recent years.

Before me lies the Qiwu Garden.

It is a top-notch garden villa area that his father and others jointly built.

There are only twelve buildings in the entire area, each named and landscaped with the four seasons, four arts, and four styles as its essence. The prices are staggering, with each square meter equivalent to several years' savings for an ordinary family.

Even the cheapest building costs hundreds of millions.