Please refer to section 4 of your ToS

Ethan's stomach growled loudly, making him wince. "Damn it, even my stomach is conspiring against me now." He looks up at E.D.N.A.

"Uh... Edna? I think I'm hungry," he admitted begrudgingly. "Like, really hungry."

“Of course. My apologies. The trip can burn a lot of calories the first time around. Please proceed to the dining area.”

Throwing off the covers, Ethan climbed out of bed, wincing at the soreness in his body. As he padded across the room, he finally took in the space around him. The futuristic studio was surprisingly spacious, with sleek, curving furniture built into the walls. But the kitchen—if it could even be called that—was pitiful. A single wall housed a fridge, a sink, and a narrow counter with no visible oven or microwave. There was an island, at least, but the whole setup left Ethan wondering if they planned to serve him food or just make him forage for scraps. Granted, he didn't know or ever bother to learn how to cook ever

He scratches his head, noticing the oddly empty kitchen. "Where's the fucking stove? How am I supposed to make something to eat?" He rubs his stomach again, his usual self-deprecating sarcasm kicking in. "Typical - even the damn aliens can't feed me properly." He mutters

Then a question buzzes in his mind.

“Oh hey, Edna, how long am I supposed to stay here? And what exactly is this fucking program about?”

“Oh, it depends on your progress. If you follow the steps and training accordingly, just a short six months—”

"Six months?! Are you kidding me? I can barely handle six hours alone with my own thoughts, let alone six fucking months!" Ethan’s eyes widen in disbelief. He runs a hand through his messy hair, frustration boiling over. His already meager viewership would vanish completely! And there was no way his roommate would give him a six-month rent grace period.

“Yes. As clearly stated in the ToS systems. However, if you resist the training, your stay will be extended until the program is successfully completed.”

Ethan's jaw drops at the mention of extended stay. His mind races with images of rotting food in his fridge and his roommate kicking him out onto the street. "Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me if I don't cooperate, I could be stuck here indefinitely? Shit!"

Ethan groaned as he sat down at the low, cushion-lined table, vaguely reminding him of a Japanese-style seating area. “Okay, remind me—what exactly is the goal here? And what’s the absolute fastest I can finish this program?”

“The goal is to train your body to peak perfection in order to fulfill the ultimate duty. Additionally, a highly diligent candidate could, theoretically, complete the program in less than three months.”

Ethan frowned. Three months of training for... what exactly? Were they turning him into some kind of super soldier like the ones in the game? The thought made his stomach twist.

“Will the training and... end goal be painful?”

“Absolutely not. My role is to assist and guide you, not to cause harm.”

Ethan swallows hard, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that something wasn't adding up. He asks cautiously, "Will there be any... injections? Or surgery? Because I draw the line at needles and scalpels." He shudders at the thought.

“Absolutely not, my role is never to harm your your mental and emotional being but to train it to be the best you, you can be” E.D.N.A reassures

Ethan lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Alright, that's something at least. No needles or knives. Good to know. Ethan sighed, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

So they didn’t want to turn him into an actual soldier—maybe just a convincing actor for one? If that were the case, three months might be manageable. And he'd come back jacked and be featured in maybe a movie?

"Will I be compensated?"

"Oh yes, handsomely."

"Plus, will my rent be covered?"

"Yes, of course. did you not read the ToS system Ethan?"

This shuts Ethan up as he clears throat uncomfortably, shifting to hide his embarrassment. "Well yeah, of course I did. Just, you know... wanted to make sure I understood everything clearly." He finishes as he plops down onto the floor cushion

“Alright, I’m seated,” he called out, fidgeting slightly. “What now? Are you going to feed me or something?”

“You will feed yourself, Ethan.”

A soft whirring sound filled the area as a seam in the table split open. A bowl rose from within, filled with a vaguely porridge-like substance. Before Ethan could question it, another sound drew his attention to the wall behind him, where an oblong steel spigot protruded—dripping a thick, translucent liquid.

Ethan’s face twisted in alarm. “What the hell is this?” he demanded, pointing towards strange, leaking spout. “And what is that thing? Some kind of faucet?”

“Think of it as a straw, Ethan. Simply place your lips around it and drink.”

Ethan’s face burned as he gawked at the spigot. “S-suck on it?!” he stammered, his stomach twisting in both hunger and deep discomfort.

He shook his head violently. “No. Absolutely not.”

Grabbing the spoon, he opted for the porridge instead. The taste was... fine. Kind of like an ultra-bland green juice but in thick, sticky form. After a few bites, he grimaced. He needed something to wash it down.

“Edna, can I get some water? Please?”

“Yes. Simply wrap your lips around the spigot and drink.”

Ethan glared at the spout. It seemed to gleam mockingly at him. His stomach growled loudly in protest.

“No! I’m not drinking from some weird fucking wall faucet!” he snapped, crossing his arms.

“Oh dear. If you’re neither hungry nor thirsty, I can simply remove the meal.”

Ethan’s eyes darted to the food as Edna moved toward a control panel. “Wait!” he shouted.

“Yes, Ethan?”

“Will... will this count as me refusing training?”

“Denying your body essential nutrition hinders progress and may extend your stay.”

His stomach dropped. “Oh. O-okay. Fine. Fuck, I’ll drink. But only because I’m thirsty,” he muttered.

Turning toward the spigot, he hesitated, staring it down like an enemy. His pride screamed at him not to do this. But six months here? Possibly more? He had to play along.

Reluctantly, he leaned in, pressing his lips around the cold metal. He felt ridiculous—like a hamster drinking from a sipper bottle. With a deep breath, he sucked.

A thick, sweet liquid flowed into his mouth, coating his tongue. He gagged slightly at the unexpected consistency. But the citrusy taste was surprisingly refreshing, dissolving the sticky porridge still clinging to his throat. His body greedily accepted, feeling the strange warmth spread through him, making his head spin slightly. When he finally pulls back, he's panting, his face flushed.

And oddly enough…..he felt his body heat rise slightly. "...That was weird."

“Excellent, Ethan! Nutrition intake successful. Now, let’s discuss your first day of training.”

Ethan wipes his mouth, blinking away the lingering warmth in his head. "Training? You mean like exercises or something?" He asks suspiciously, his mind already dreading the answer. "What kind of training?" He crosses his arms, steeling himself for the worst.