As soon as Hanna ate until her stomach could fit no more, and that was more than she thought was possible, the system lit up in her face, and she was giddy to see what she had gained!

  「Congratutions to the host for sying and devouring your first Wyvern. You have gained: One free mutation!」

  「Congratutions to the host for obtaining six years of Bioenergy and exposure to the Poison Sac, Feathered Hide, and Binocur Vision Traits!」

  「Acheivement Get: First Monster!」

  Okay. Wow. That was a lot at once. A free mutation sounds pretty neat, and feathers...sounds cool? But they seem like they're rather easy to pull out. The pain is negligible, but they don't really provide any protection. The poison sounds cool, but without a method of delivering the toxin from her body it didn't seem all that appealing. Lastly, binocur vision sounds cool on paper but she suspected heavily that she would wind up with eyes like the Pukei-Pukei, big bug eyes that can move independently of each other.

  She suppressed a shudder. Evolutionary advantages aside, she ruled out the vision immediately. While being able to see better in the immediate sounds great, she could already do that by paying years of bioenergy. The. There'd the aesthetics of it. No thank you.

  Next to go was Feathered Hide and its more of the first, she just didn't like the aesthetics of feathers on her body. Not to mention all the complications that comes with feathers. Taking care of parakeets before she had wound up on this isnd had taught her about all the different complications THAT could have.

  So, pnning for the future, Hanna opted to go for the Poison Sac, and opted to instead pay the four month Bioenergy toll for it.

  Her belly started to tingle before lighting up on fire. Immediately, Hanna groaned out as she felt a new organ growing inside her body, somewhere behind her intestines, she groaned again, falling to her knees before the pain faded to euphoria again, not so blindingly pleasurable as when her body was strengthened, but enough to bring her prick to a half chub.

  She had better things to do, though, and taking care of a blooming hard-on in the middle of the forest was not one of them, not to mention the sensations faded as soon as they hit her.

  Ignoring the disappointment, Hanna set about disassembling the Wyverns corpse, tearing the wings with her cws in the hopes she could make some form of clothing.

  She had to head back to her hollow, carrying this was all a bad idea.