[Viewer "Sherlock on the Keyboard": Cap! No way a Master Appraiser is broke. That Munchlax has to be a mutant or some special breeding line!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Who cares if it's skinny? Look how close it is to the streamer. That bond is maxed out fr!]
Looking at chat melting over Munchlax's cuteness, Miles smiled fondly. "Don't worry, chat. My Munchlax eats and sleeps well. It's perfectly healthy, it just hasn't ballooned into a mountain of meat yet."
Stroking his Munchlax, Miles glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past five in the afternoon.
"Alright chat, after that wave of high-intensity appraising, my eyes and throat are burning up," Miles said, clearing his throat with an apologetic smile. "Let's take it easy for this next hour. I'll take a few random, simple calls just to share some general knowledge. Once six hits, we're ending the stream on time for dinner. Catch you guys tonight at seven for the Omnipotent Pokémon Appraisal stream. Don't miss it!"
Over the next hour, Miles's stream shifted into a relaxed, chaotic, and hilarious vibe.
[Connection Successful: Viewer "Flirtatious Squirtle"]
"Master Miles! Quick, check out this Shiny Eevee I bought on the black market yesterday for ten grand! Why doesn't it go 'Vee-vee'? It's barking like a dog! Is its throat inflamed?"
Miles took one glance and scoffed. "Bro, stop coping. Its throat isn't inflamed. That is a purebred mutt! The fur is dyed, and the tail is glued on. Treat that ten grand as an idiot tax, hurry up, and call the cops. You might still recover some of your losses!"
Chat instantly lost it, spamming the screen with "Woof, woof, woof."
[Connection Successful: Viewer "Scorching Heavens"]
"Master! My Charmander has been super irritable lately. It keeps breathing fire and burning my hair over the slightest things. Does it have some kind of genetic hyper-masculinity syndrome? I'm terrified it'll roast me alive in my sleep!"
Miles looked at the Charmander jumping up and down on the screen. The word [Hasty] was clearly written on its Nature panel. He rolled his eyes. "Brother, drop the persecution complex. It doesn't have super male syndrome; it just has a Hasty Nature. If I had to describe it, it's just a typical hot-headed tyrant. Just feed it some chilled Berries to cool it down, and try not to provoke it!"
Chat quickly filled with teasing spam: "Hot-headed Tyrant requesting deployment."
[Connection Successful: Viewer "Lonely Nightwalker"]
"Master, save me! My Growlithe has gone crazy. As soon as night falls, it hugs my thigh and humps it like mad. It won't let go no matter how much I hit it! Is it possessed?"
Miles looked at the Growlithe. Its eyes were full of hearts and its status bar flashed with [Severe Mating Season]. He gave the camera a look that sent a chill down the spines of every male viewer. "It's not possessed; it just wants a wife. It matured early and went into heat. The solution is simple. Either find it a mate quickly, or..."
Miles made a scissor motion with his fingers. "...I suggest sending it to a professional Pokémon Center and finding a neutering expert to just snip it. It guarantees a peaceful life once and for all!"
Terrifying terms like "Physical purification" and "Neutering expert" instantly flooded the chat.
Amidst the laughter, the hour flew by. Ignoring the viewers' reluctant pleas for him to stay, Miles decisively cut the stream.
"Phew... Finally off work." He stood up from his chair and stretched vigorously. His joints popped.
Despite his physical exhaustion, he felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment. In this miraculous Pokémon world, using his cheat ability to uncover hidden truths and alter the tragic fates of the lower class and their Pokémon was intoxicating. It was like controlling the laws of cause and effect—more addictive than any drug.
Right then, a crisp, metallic notification rang deep within his retinas!
[Ding! Livestream settlement complete!]
[Congratulations, Host! In this livestream, you successfully exposed a scam, saved a dying Elite Four-level Pokémon, and obtained official backing, causing massive social impact and emotional resonance!]
[Total harvested from this stream: 3,954 Influence Points!]
[Current Fame Level: Level 2 (Emerging Talent)!]
[Please keep up the good work to reach the next Fame Level: Level 3 (Rising to Prominence).]
Seeing the glowing settlement panel, Miles's eyes lit up. 'Nearly four thousand Influence Points! That's almost three times as much as the first stream!' he cheered internally.
He knew very well that Influence Points were his greatest capital in this world. With these points, he could not only continue to enhance Munchlax's IVs but also unlock more heaven-defying hidden functions within the system!
"At this rate, just two more explosive streams and I can shoot straight to Level 3 Fame!" Miles stared at the darkening sky outside his window, a fire of ambition burning in his eyes.
He knew tonight's internet-breaking stream—which even alerted the authorities—was just a small stepping stone on his path to the top of the Pokémon streaming world. On this road to the summit, he had just taken a flawless first step.
"Phew..." Miles exhaled, calming his racing thoughts. He summoned his system panel, reviewing his two core skills: [Eye of Pokémon Insight (Basic)] and [Destiny Modification (Basic)].
The former granted him the eyes of a Creator, allowing him to see through any Pokémon's hidden potential, concealed illnesses, and Fate Entries at a glance. This was his trump card for dominating the streaming space and creating endless content. The latter was a heaven-defying method that allowed him to turn the mundane into the magical, forcibly altering fate and upgrading a Pokémon's IVs.
This meant that as long as he had enough Influence Points, he could steadily mold the adorably clumsy Munchlax in his hands into a god-tier powerhouse capable of suppressing an entire era!
"But to strike iron, you need a hard hammer," Miles muttered, rubbing his temples as he recalled his conversation with Officer Barrett. "Officer Barrett is right. The streaming environment might seem free now, but the moment the Pokémon League introduces strict regulations, an unlicensed streamer like me will definitely get slapped with labels like 'Illegal Appraisal' and 'False Advertising.' When that happens, the platform will shadowban or outright ban my account to protect itself."
Realizing the importance of working with a license, Miles knew that in a Pokémon world obsessed with class and qualifications, an official certificate was far more effective than shouting yourself hoarse online. He immediately opened his computer and searched the League's official website for details on the Appraiser Qualification Exam.
Appraisers in this world were strictly ranked from bottom to top: Junior, Senior, Special, and the legendary Master class.
"You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. I'll pass the Junior Appraiser exam first to legitimize my status."
Miles carefully read the requirements. Candidates needed to use basic theoretical knowledge and auxiliary tools to conduct a precise initial appraisal of an unfamiliar Pokémon, inferring its potential and Hidden Ability. Additionally, they had to discover at least one core move the Pokémon had mastered on the spot. If it had no moves, they had to make an accurate judgment on its physical condition.
"These requirements sound intimidating, but for someone with the [Eye of Pokémon Insight], the practical exam is basically a walk in the park," Miles chuckled.
However, it gave him a slight headache that the exam was split into a written test and a practical interview. "My divine insight lets me see data panels, but it can't magically stuff thick volumes of theory into my brain out of thin air. Looks like I'll have to buy some hefty professional books and do some last-minute cramming over the next few days."
What was even more interesting was that to showcase the absolute transparency of the exam, the League actually allowed candidates to livestream their practical interviews! Even the official examination center would broadcast it to the entire internet for public supervision.
"If I can turn the exam center into my home turf and demonstrate crushing appraisal skills right in front of the whole internet and those conservative examiners..." A glint flashed in Miles's eyes. He could already foresee the massive harvest of influence and traffic that would bring!
Gathering his thoughts, Miles turned his attention to his streaming revenue for the night. Seeing the glaring number, he gasped.
Two thousand six hundred bucks!
Just from a few hours of streaming tonight, his net withdrawable income was a staggering 2,600 bucks! It was double what he made last time. Of course, Miles knew most of this windfall came from an elderly viewer named "Old Man Nanshan." Seeing the miserable siblings and the bullied Caterpie, the kind-hearted veteran fan casually dropped a Master Ball donation worth thousands. Coupled with the massive influx of traffic brought by Officer Barrett's official visit later, the fragmented donations piled up into this astonishing wealth.
"Regardless, this money is safely in my pocket." Miles rubbed his hands together excitedly. With this, he wouldn't have to worry about Munchlax's bottomless pit of a grocery bill for the next few days.
What thrilled him even more was the other metric on the system panel. Tonight's rollercoaster of a stream had not only filled his pockets but also reaped a massive amount of Influence Points!
"System, open the Influence Conversion interface!"
[Ding! Current points available for Destiny Modification: 4,804 points!]
[Do you wish to immediately trigger an IV potential awakening for the currently bound target, 'Munchlax'?]
"Convert four thousand points," Miles commanded without hesitation.
[Command confirmed! Consuming 4,000 Influence Points... Converting...]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! This potential awakening has triggered an extremely rare hidden critical hit! The target's IVs have gained an additional +1 breakthrough bonus!]
[Target: Munchlax]
[IV Potential: Forcibly broken through from D-Rank (31) to -> C-Rank (36)!]
"Holy crap! C-Rank?!" Seeing the dazzling numbers jumping on the system panel, Miles leaped right out of his computer chair.
Jumping from a mediocre, bottom-tier D-Rank straight into the passing grade of C-Rank was an absolute rebirth for Munchlax!
"Ka... Kan?!"
Just then, Munchlax, who had been snoring while sprawled out on the floor, suddenly snapped its sleepy eyes open. It looked confusedly at its pudgy, short arms. As the genetic shackles within its body shattered, it clearly felt a warm, vibrant new power surging wildly through its limbs like a breaking dam!
It stood up and adorably struck a few bodybuilder poses to show off its biceps, letting out excited "Kan, kan!" cries. It was as if it was bragging to Miles: 'Look, Master! I got stronger! I can eat way more food now!'
"You little fatty, all you care about is eating." Miles squatted down, scooping the surprisingly heavy little guy into his arms and rubbing his cheek vigorously against its furry, soft belly.
Feeling the joy and love radiating from its master, Munchlax's wide mouth split into a grin from ear to ear, revealing two silly bottom teeth. Though its not-so-bright brain didn't quite grasp what had just happened, it knew that as long as its master was happy, it was happy! To protect its master, it definitely had to eat more and get even stronger!
Grumble...
Right in the middle of this heartwarming moment, a stomach rumble like muffled thunder echoed out from Munchlax's belly, completely ruining the mood. It was so loud it made Miles's ears tingle.
"Oh boy, your potential just broke through and your energy reserves can't keep up. The stomach is protesting again, huh?" Miles laughed, pinching its long ears. "Don't panic. Pad your stomach with the snacks you hid in your armpits before we leave. I ordered a few large bags of high-energy compressed Pokémon kibble online, and they just arrived at the Doduo Delivery station. Come on, let's go pick them up. You can eat to your heart's content tonight!"
Hearing this, Munchlax scratched its head sheepishly. Then, like performing a magic trick, it lifted a chubby arm, dug into the thick fur of its armpit, and pulled out a handful of body-temperature Pokémon biscuits. Without even looking, it shoved them into its massive maw and swallowed them whole without chewing.
Watching the little foodie's comical display, Miles shook his head with a laugh. Since he was just killing time anyway, he figured he might as well do an IRL outdoor stream while walking. He could catch up with the viewers who hadn't had their fill yet and tease the news of his upcoming certification exam.
With that in mind, Miles grabbed his dedicated streaming phone and skillfully activated the outdoor streaming mode.
Almost the second he went live, a massive wave of loyal fans who had notifications turned on flooded the chat.
[Viewer "No Drunk Late Nights": Yooo! The Master is back from the dead? Didn't you say you were done for the night? IRL stream?]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Lmao streamer definitely made bank today. Bro is so excited he can't sleep, probably heading to a massage parlor to splurge on the VIP treatment!]
[Viewer "Sherlock on the Keyboard": Shut up, you degenerates! Don't you see the Master has his goofy little Munchlax with him? It's late, he's probably taking that money sink out for a midnight snack.]
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