A brief, dead silence fell over the livestream, followed immediately by an unstoppable eruption of comments. The chat feed exploded like a volcano. The ping-pong ball suspended in mid-air, tightly enveloped by a mysterious pinkish-purple telekinetic aura, acted like a sledgehammer smashing into everyone's worldview, completely shattering their preconceived notions of "common sense."
[Viewer "All-Night Cultivator": Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! I'm uneducated, so 'holy crap' is all I can say! It's actually a Psychic-type? This completely defies evolution!]
[Viewer "Raging Psyduck": All rise! Salute Master Miles! I actually doubted him and thought he was talking out of his ass. I'm guilty, I'll slap myself! This level of insight is god-tier!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Dancer": Damn it boys, he actually pulled it off! An unlicensed amateur just completely overturned the conclusion of provincial research institute experts? Even TV dramas wouldn't dare write a script like this!]
[Viewer "Melon Eater": My mom asked me why I'm kneeling while watching my phone! The moment that Ponyta erupted with Confusion, I got goosebumps! It was so beautiful, so shocking!]
[Viewer "Late Night Iron Lifter": Official crackdown? This is an official god-making! Who dares call the streamer a fraud now? Even the police are convinced!]
[Viewer "Pokéball Collector": A mutant... and a one-in-a-million Psychic-type mutant at that! This Ponyta's value is probably going to multiply by over a hundred times! That female officer really picked up a priceless treasure!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Officer! I'm reporting this with my real name! This streamer named Miles definitely has an x-ray wallhack! I suggest taking him away immediately to slice him up for research!]
[Viewer "Manager Ruby": ...Beautiful. With this kind of adaptability and sharp eye, Miles, you've completely established your footing in this industry today.]
Meanwhile, on the other side of the camera, the local Pokémon Protection Bureau had completely descended into chaos. Officer Barrett and intern officer Elara were originally just hosting a video call in the office, but the scene of the Ponyta erupting with a pinkish-purple psychic halo had illuminated the hallway through the blinds, making the station look like a dreamscape.
"What's going on? What kind of sound and light special effects is Old Barrett playing with in his office?"
"Is that the 'bald horse' Elara adopted? My god, what's floating in mid-air? Confusion?! Wasn't it diagnosed as a piece of trash with 'Misfire Syndrome'?"
"Quick, quick, quick! Let's go look! I heard Old Barrett is on a call with a popular online amateur appraisal master, and that master saw at a glance that the Ponyta was a Psychic-type mutant!"
Accompanied by a flurry of chaotic footsteps, officers from the propaganda department and even several veterans from the neighboring criminal investigation division crowded around the office door. Clutching their thermoses, they stared wide-eyed as they peered inside. In the temporarily cleared open space, the once-inferior, cowering mutant Ponyta now stood proudly with its head held high. It seemed equally fascinated and thrilled by the power erupting from within its own body.
Pinkish-purple psychic energy rippled around it like waves. It didn't just suspend the ping-pong ball; even scattered documents and ballpoint pens drifted slowly into the air, caught in the telekinetic field it unconsciously emitted. It was no longer the mocked "plucked chicken," but a true mystical beast wielding a mysterious power.
"Good lord... It actually is a Psychic-type..." Officer Barrett muttered, finally recovering from his extreme shock. Swallowing hard, he painfully tore his gaze away from the miraculous little foal and looked back at the calm, collected young streamer on the screen. In that moment, the last trace of doubt in his heart was utterly pulverized.
"Elara, our bureau owes this young brother Miles a massive favor this time," Officer Barrett sighed. "If it weren't for his keen eye, we probably would have raised Ponyta as a disabled pet for the rest of its life, burying a god-given miracle alive."
He waved at the camera and pulled Elara—who was still immersed in ecstasy and hugging the Ponyta tightly—in front of the screen. "Comrade Miles, let me officially introduce you. This is our bureau's newly arrived rookie officer, Elara. She's a genuine top student currently studying at a premier Pokémon University, interning here with us. She's been the one doing her utmost to take care of this Ponyta."
Pushed in front of the lens, Elara's eyes were still red; she had clearly been crying tears of joy just moments ago. Although she wore a sharp, intimidating police uniform, she radiated the shy sincerity of a young girl. Hugging the Ponyta, which was affectionately rubbing its forehead against her chin, she bowed deeply to Miles on the screen.
"Miles, hello! I... I really don't know how to express my gratitude." Elara's voice choked with emotion, but her eyes shone incredibly bright. "Because it couldn't learn Fire-type moves, the experts at the Pokémon Center called it genetically disabled. It had been getting more and more depressed lately, even refusing to eat. If it weren't for you, it might have lived in inferiority and darkness forever... You saved it, and you saved my partner! Thank you!"
Miles smiled faintly as he looked at the heroic yet gentle officer and the agile Ponyta in her arms. However, his sharp gaze once again caught sight of the Ponyta's still-bare back. Even though its psychic powers had awakened, long-term malnutrition and energy depletion meant it couldn't consistently maintain the hallucinatory mane characteristic of its Galarian form. For a girl, raising a "bald" Pokémon surely left a tiny bit of regret in her heart.
"You're too polite, Officer Elara. It was just a small effort," Miles stated gently, interlacing his fingers and resting his elbows on his desk. His deep gaze seemed to pierce through the lens, seeing right through Elara's thoughts. "However, as its Trainer, looking at its 'bald' appearance right now, do you still feel like it's a bit imperfect? After all, everyone loves beauty, especially girls."
Elara froze for a moment, a faint blush creeping across her pale cheeks. She looked down at the Ponyta's pink, smooth neck. Although she didn't disdain it, who wouldn't want their Pokémon to look majestic and beautiful?
"So... Do you mean... it can still grow a mane?" Her breathing instantly quickened. She stared intently at the screen as if clutching at a lifeline. "But since it's a Psychic-type now, can it still grow a fiery mane like a normal Ponyta?"
Miles's mouth curled into a mysterious smile at her nervous, expectant look. "Grow a fiery mane? That's too tacky." He shook his head, his tone laced with absolute confidence. "I said earlier, it's a one-in-a-million mutant. What it will grow is absolutely not the mundane fire that scorches the air. As long as you use the right method, it will grow something that surpasses the limits of your imagination—a Pastel Aura Mane!"
"It's a materialized beam of light condensed from highly concentrated psychic energy!"
"If I had to describe it... it's like taking a post-rain rainbow and polar auroras, crushing them up, and draping them over its body!"
As soon as these words left his mouth, not only Elara, but the viewers in the livestream completely lost their minds.
[Viewer "All-Night Cultivator": Holy crap! A mane made of auroras and rainbows?! That sounds even more badass than a Legendary Pokémon!]
[Viewer "Melon Eater": Streamer, stop tugging at my heartstrings! Bro is cooking! Even a grown man like me is feeling his heart flutter. If it actually grows out, how beautiful would that be?!]
[Viewer "Pokéball Collector": No wonder it's called a mutant! If it's really as the streamer says, this Ponyta's looks could absolutely sweep any Pokémon Contest! It's a true work of art!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Does this streamer have a blessed mouth? W Streamer! He makes it sound so real I feel like I'm looking right at it! Hurry up and tell us, how do we make it grow?!]
[Viewer "Manager Ruby": Materialized psychic energy... This requires an incredibly massive and pure source of Psychic power. Miles, do you actually have a way to solve this too?]
[Viewer "Raging Psyduck": Master! I beg you, stop keeping us in suspense! I'll drop ten bucks to buy a single sentence from you!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Dancer": The police lady's eyes are glowing! Streamer, hurry up and talk! Saving a young girl's dream all depends on you!]
Elara was indeed thrilled beyond measure. She clenched her fists tightly, her voice trembling. "Master Miles! I beg you, teach me! What do I need to do? No matter the cost, I'm willing to try!"
"Don't be nervous. You don't need to move heaven and earth." Miles chuckled lightly, calmly handing over the key to unlocking the miracle. "The experts telling you to feed it Fire Stones before was the exact opposite of what it needed. Not only was it useless, but it also made it suffer even more. The reason it's 'bald' right now is that its internal Psychic source was severely depleted in its previous harsh environment, making it unable to maintain external energy projection."
"If you want it to regrow its mane, you need to find high-purity Psychic Gems or extremely rare Psychic Seeds for it. Grind these items down and mix the powder into its daily Pokéblocks. Once its sea of consciousness is refilled and the energy overflows from its body, that brilliant, rainbow-illusory mane will naturally bloom for you."
Miles's tone was incredibly certain, as if he had already witnessed the birth of that miracle with his own eyes.
Hearing this, Elara felt as if she had been enlightened. An unprecedented light burst from her eyes. "Psychic Gems... Right! Why didn't I think of that! It's a Psychic-type, so of course it needs Psychic-type resources to replenish itself!" She jumped up excitedly. "Although these gems are rare and expensive on the market, as long as it can cure it, I'll borrow money to get them! Master Miles, I, Elara, will never forget your great kindness!"
"If it weren't for the fact that I'm connected using the bureau's official account right now, and there are disciplinary rules against sending donations... I... I really want to send you a few Super Rockets to show my appreciation!" Elara nervously pinched the hem of her shirt, her face full of apology. After all, someone had done her such a massive favor, yet she could only thank him verbally. It made the straightforward officer feel extremely guilty.
Hearing this, the livestream viewers started up a brand new wave of teasing.
[Viewer "Late Night Iron Lifter": LMAO, the officer lady is too honest! You can't send gifts on the official account, but you can slide into the streamer's DMs in private! I approve of this ship!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": RIP to that guy. Not only is the streamer farming engagement, but now he's stealing the police lady's heart! I suggest arresting him on the spot and bringing him back to the station as a captive husband!]
[Viewer "Melon Eater": Am I the only one who noticed the streamer's mouth twitch the moment he heard 'no gifts allowed'? As expected, behind the Master halo, he's still broke!]
[Viewer "Manager Ruby": We understand police discipline. However, Miles definitely performed a great merit today. Working for free isn't his style.]
[Viewer "Kindergarten Food Snatcher": It's fine, Streamer! The officer lady can't tip, but we will! Chat, let's drop some subs and prop up the Master's prestige!]
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