Miles looked at the culprit's terrified expression, then down at the wound still oozing blood on Munchlax's arm. Burning with anxiety, he suppressed his anger, snatched the bottle of Hyper Potion, and quickly sprayed it over the little guy's injury.
The effect was immediate. The grayish-blue mist sealed the wound upon contact, instantly stopping the bleeding and easing Munchlax's pained expression.
With the intervention of the Pokémon Center's security personnel, Miles quickly finished giving his statement. The authorities hauled the culprit away. Before leaving, the man not only paid Miles ten thousand dollars for mental trauma, but also promised to cover all subsequent medical bills at the specialized Pokémon Hospital.
"What a disaster," Miles sighed.
Even though the Hyper Potion had significantly improved Munchlax's condition, he couldn't just brush it off.
When your own kid gets hurt, you don't take any chances.
The emergency treatment at the Pokémon Center was only for stopping the bleeding, so he took Munchlax straight to the city's most authoritative Pokémon Hospital for a comprehensive, head-to-toe examination.
After a tedious but thorough process of registration, X-rays, and deep blood tests, the doctors confirmed there was no hidden damage to Munchlax's internal organs or bones.
It only needed some special ointment and a few days of rest to fully heal.
Only then did Miles finally let out the breath he'd been holding.
By the time Miles led Munchlax—whose arms were currently wrapped up like a mummy—out of the hospital doors, the sky had completely darkened.
Checking his phone, he saw it was nearing seven in the evening.
As a new streamer who had finally built up some popularity, he knew better than to betray his fans' trust.
Earlier, during the Tauros charge, his phone had been sent flying, abruptly cutting the stream. His viewers had watched a crazed wild bull charge right at him. They had to be going out of their minds with worry by now.
Taking a deep breath of the cool night air to settle his nerves, Miles pulled out his cracked phone and relaunched the streaming app.
The moment the broadcast resumed, the loyal fans who had been waiting in front of the black screen flooded in like a broken dam. The chat feed instantly exploded.
[Viewer "Late Night Sober": Holy shit! Master Miles! You're finally online! The screen went pitch black. I was dying of anxiety! Thought you got totally wiped out by that Tauros. RIP.]
[Viewer "Wild Electabuzz": W Streamer! Thank god you're alive. We were literally about to crowdfund a funeral wreath. Are you and Munchlax okay?]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Bro, you look rough. Covered in dirt and blood. Are you pushing through a severe injury just to stream? Go to a hospital!]
[Viewer "Lost Deer in the Woods": Good evening Master! Thank goodness you're safe. That footage was terrifying. That Tauros charged like an absolute monster. I was scared to tears.]
[Viewer "Holmes on the Keyboard": Chat, look at the background. That's the Pokémon Hospital. Looks like he went through a fierce battle. Where's Munchlax? Is our adorable little foodie okay?]
[Viewer "Goji Berries in Thermos": To survive a great disaster means great fortune awaits. That scene was heart-stopping. Even an old man like me was sweating bullets. As long as you're safe, that's all that matters.]
Reading the concerned comments, a warm feeling washed over Miles. He offered a helpless but relieved smile.
Adjusting the camera, he spoke softly into the microphone. "Don't worry, everyone. I'm built different; the Grim Reaper doesn't want me yet."
"There was a little accident earlier. That Tauros lost control and charged. We almost had the whole village eating at my funeral today. But the culprit has been taken away by the authorities, so rest assured."
He didn't want to overstate the thrilling details of the crash and worry his fans further. Instead, he tilted the camera down to focus on Munchlax waddling by his feet.
Currently, the Pokémon's thick arms were heavily bandaged, making it look like a boxer wearing oversized gloves.
Hilariously enough, its spirits were incredibly high.
Using its uninjured wrists, it fiercely patted its deflated belly, staring with the hungry eyes of a starved wolf at the neon sign of the Delivery Station up ahead.
In its simple mind, the pain and danger from moments ago had already been tossed out the window, replaced entirely by the prospect of a massive meal.
To Munchlax, eating was the most sacred, inviolable priority in the world.
"Coincidentally, I'm taking my heroic little savior to get some grub right now." Miles gave Munchlax a massive close-up, then smiled at the camera. "Because of today's unexpected events, the little guy took some damage protecting me."
"So, tonight's broadcast is getting a temporary adjustment. We won't be doing any of those mentally draining, high-intensity live appraisals. Instead, I'll be bringing you a special, lighthearted program: an immersive, violent Munchlax mukbang."
He paused for dramatic effect. "Also, to celebrate this little guy's bravery in saving my life, I'll be exclusively showcasing a brand-new, super-powerful skill it awakened during today's life-or-death crisis."
The chat feed rocketed to an unprecedented high.
[Viewer "Kindergarten Food Snatcher": LMAO, a mukbang sounds great! Bro is cooking! Watching this little fatty eat is a hundred times more appetizing than a five-star meal.]
[Viewer "Wild Electabuzz": Holy crap! A new skill?! Munchlax actually awakened a new move? Was it triggered by the trauma? I can't wait—Master, show us quickly!]
[Viewer "Late Night Sober": Hurry up, Master! I've already got two huge bowls of rice ready to eat along with you. Munchlax took a hit, so you better buy it the good stuff to recover. Don't be stingy!]
[Viewer "Lost Deer in the Woods": Aww.., poor Munchlax. It's wrapped in bandages and still has to work to support the family. Master, you must buy it the most expensive, top-tier Pokéblocks!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Law education time is over; foodie time begins. I can literally hear Munchlax's stomach rumbling through the screen!]
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Let's gooo! The Pokémon mukbang channel is officially live. Chat, drop a W in the feed. Let's witness the ultimate power of a bottomless pit tonight!]
[Viewer "Holmes on the Keyboard": Grabbing my popcorn and waiting for the new skill. What kind of hidden ultimate move did this chubby guy learn in a crisis? I can't wait to record the data.]
Seeing the excited comments roll by, Miles chuckled.
After surviving a life-or-death crisis, joking around with these enthusiastic strangers was actually the perfect medicine to calm his nerves.
The cool night wind blew away the day's lingering heat, and Miles led the bandaged Munchlax along the sidewalk.
Soon, a neon sign flashing in red and blue appeared: Dudu Delivery Station.
Cardboard boxes were piled high at the entrance. A middle-aged man with a stubbly beard, wearing an old gray tank top, squatted on the steps, absentmindedly blowing smoke rings from a freshly lit cigarette.
"Boss, I'm here to pick up a package." Miles walked up and showed the pickup code on his phone.
The owner squinted at the number, then let his gaze fall on the massive, round Munchlax at Miles's feet.
A flash of surprise crossed his eyes before he clicked his tongue in amazement. "So you're the buyer raising a Munchlax. No wonder you bought fifty pounds of premium compressed mid-grade kibble all at once."
"That amount should be enough to feed your family for a whole week, right? Good thing you came to get it yourself. Otherwise, I would've had to break my back hauling those two heavy sacks up the stairs to your door."
Hearing the owner's rambling, Miles's expression turned a bit strange, his mouth twitching slightly.
'A week?'
This boss was severely underestimating the terrifying capacity of a Big Eater Pokémon. Fifty pounds of highly compressed food for a growing Munchlax that had just expended a massive amount of energy?
That was, at best, a hearty dinner.
The owner exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, noticing the phone and tripod in Miles's hand. He looked amused. "Oh ho, young man, you're an internet streamer? More and more youngsters are doing that these days."
"But usually, they find pretty girls to dress light and do borderline dances with Pokémon. That's what people like to watch. You're out here in the middle of the night specifically streaming a Munchlax? That's quite a novelty."
Miles didn't bother arguing with the man's grounded critique. He just smiled and played along. "Yeah, just planning on doing a casual mukbang tonight. Give the stream a good laugh."
Seeing Miles's easygoing attitude, the owner went into the back. Moments later, he wheeled out two massive, bundled woven sacks on a handcart. The heavy load made the cart's wheels groan under the strain.
Miles reached for his pocket knife to cut the nylon ropes so they could each carry a bag, but before he could move, Munchlax let out an excited growl, its eyes shining.
Without a second thought, it waddled forward. With a flex of its short, thickly bandaged arms, it effortlessly hoisted all fifty pounds of food—bags and all—into the air.
Then, it marched out to the spacious clearing in front of the station. The impatient way it clutched the heavy sacks made it look like it was holding a priceless treasure.
[Viewer "Late Night Sober": Hahaha, I'm dying. 'Eat for a week'? The boss knows absolutely nothing about Munchlax's appetite! Fifty pounds is just an appetizer!]
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Look at how eager Munchlax is. I can smell the sheer determination to eat through my screen.]
[Viewer "Wild Electabuzz": So cute! Carrying sacks of kibble while its hands are bandaged—is this the ultimate discipline of a top-tier foodie? Nothing can stop it from eating!]
[Viewer "Manager Ruby": That strength is no joke. Carrying fifty pounds like it's a pillow. Looks like Miles's training has been extremely effective.]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": The station boss actually wants to see dancing? Our channel is strictly about hardcore mukbangs and professional appraisals. We don't do that superficial stuff.]
[Viewer "Lost Deer in the Woods": Wow, Munchlax is so considerate. It knew its owner was shaken up, so it took the initiative to carry the heavy load. So heartwarming.]
[Viewer "Kindergarten Food Snatcher": Stop chatting and let's eat! I'm sitting here with my rice bowl ready!]
Miles glanced at the lively chat, then turned to the owner politely. "Boss, mind if I borrow this empty spot? My Munchlax is starving. I'd like to let it eat dinner right here and show my viewers."
"Eat, eat, it's no big deal. The street is wide enough," the boss waved magnanimously. "Look how hungry the poor kid is, its stomach is completely flat."
He leaned against the doorframe, ready to watch the show.
Munchlax walked under a streetlamp and tossed the heavy sacks onto the ground.
Without waiting for Miles to help, it bared its sharp teeth and viciously tore into the thick packaging.
Riiip! The dark brown, mid-grade energy kibble—radiating a rich aroma of meat, bone meal, and berries—was instantly exposed to the air.
In the next second, Munchlax opened its mouth like a bottomless abyss. Its two claws worked like tireless excavator buckets, frantically shoveling the plump kibble into its maw.
Chewing? ..Nonexistent.
It employed a wildly violent method of swallowing, its throat bobbing rapidly as it inhaled enough food to burst a normal Pokémon. The brutal noise of its feasting sounded like an industrial rock crusher running at full capacity.
The station owner, who had casually agreed to the request, instantly turned to stone. His cigarette, only a quarter smoked, froze in mid-air.
In less than a minute, Munchlax had swept through the food like a tornado, completely emptying the first twenty-five-pound sack.
It even shook the empty bag upside down with a look of disdain to ensure not a single crumb was left, before unhesitatingly ripping into the second bag.
A few pedestrians passing by stopped in their tracks, staring dumbfounded at the gray mountain of flesh eating like a starved ghost.
A five-year-old boy's eyes went wide. Tugging his mother's shirt, he loudly proclaimed that he wanted a Pokémon that could eat like that too.
His mother went pale with fright. She covered the boy's eyes and dragged him away as if fleeing for her life, muttering that an ordinary family could never afford to raise such a bottomless pit.
Miles slightly shifted his phone camera, perfectly capturing the station owner's hilariously distorted expression of sheer shock.
[Viewer "Tough Guy Tears": LMAO! Look at the boss's face! His entire worldview is undergoing a catastrophic dimensional collapse!]
[Viewer "Holmes on the Keyboard": This is the most brutal mukbang I have ever seen, bar none. The eating speed and swallowing efficiency completely violate the biological laws of digestion. A Big Eater Pokémon's stomach is truly an enigma.]
[Viewer "Late Night Sober": The ash from the boss's cigarette fell onto his pants and he hasn't even noticed. He's probably thanking his lucky stars he didn't promise an all-you-can-eat buffet.]
[Viewer "Wild Electabuzz": Too savage. I thought my Growlithe eating three bowls of food was intense. Today, I've finally witnessed what a true bottomless pit looks like. GG.]
[Viewer "Charizard Who Hates Cilantro": The streamer's financial backing is nothing to scoff at. Fifty pounds of mid-grade energy kibble is cold, hard cash, and it vanished in a single meal! If it were me, I'd be bankrupt and living on the streets by now.]
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