"Warning! The remaining memory of host No. 1509 Has dropped below 1%!"
A translucent light screen suddenly popped up in front of me, with a blood-red countdown hanging in the upper left corner: [00:04:22]. I bet the oden fried in a convenience store microwave in my previous life was not as miserable as mine now. At least the diced radish didn't have to worry about how to flop around in the digestive juices.
There was a flashing [◈ Evolutionary Choice ◈] button in the lower right corner of the light screen. I tried to poke it with my remaining front legs - don't ask why mosquitoes have the concept of "front legs", who knows what damn human god thinking module the system has implanted in me.
"Option 1: Blood-sucking route, get anticoagulant mouthparts immediately!"
"Option 2: Coprophagous route, give away the same skin as the dung beetle!"
"Option 3: Lie down and wait until death, with customized last words service included!"
