"Who... are you? Are you from... a support organization? Help me..."

The glutton called out for help from his bed, but the figure in white strode directly toward him, seemingly having not heard him at all.

"I'm here to give you a choice. The choice is yours to make voluntarily, and no one will force you."

"What are you talking about?"

The glutton's oral cavity had already split open, and some rotten fluids sprayed out as he spoke.

The figure in white remained unfazed as he continued, "All of the choices are to be made by you, and you have an opportunity right now. Have you heard of adapters?"

"I've seen stuff about them on the internet before."

"Have you heard of blank slates?"

"No."

"I'm giving you an opportunity right now to become an adapter and exchange this body of yours for a healthy one, but in exchange,...