[Viewer "Wild Electabuzz": Bro really pulled the rug out from under it! For a Fighting-type that lives for violence, locking its evolution is a fate worse than death. Absolute GG to its soul!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": 200 IQ play! As long as it stays a Machop, its destructive power has a hard cap, no matter how much its adrenaline spikes. Hodor actually has a chance to kite it now!]
[Viewer "Sherlock on a Keyboard": W Streamer. His brain works like a top-tier criminal psychologist making a taming guide. Every single step targets the enemy's fatal weakness!]
[Viewer "Frontline Gossip": Taking notes! This is actual high-end breeding! Those breeders who only know how to feed Pokéblocks are stuck in kindergarten compared to Master Miles!]
[Viewer "Forest Deer": It sounds harsh, but extreme methods really seem like the only way to deal with such a highly dangerous Pokémon.]
[Viewer "Even Straight Men Cry": Hodor is locked in! With Master Miles shotcalling, even if this rebellious Machop had the Monkey King's skills, it ain't escaping!]
Hodor broke out in a cold sweat listening to this, but he nodded frantically as if experiencing an epiphany.
Ignoring the pain radiating from his torn hand, he grabbed a ballpoint pen with his good left hand and began scribbling rapidly on the back of his medical records.
"Got it down! Master Miles, an Everstone and a slipknot collar! I absolutely won't let it evolve!" Hodor's voice shook with relief. "Then... what's the second step?"
His tone was now filled with a nearly blind worship for the streamer.
"The second step is to completely overhaul its living environment and shackle it with absolute rules!" Miles held up two fingers, his gaze sharp as a knife. "You've been letting it roam free around the house, or keeping it in a standard red-and-white Poké Ball, right?"
"Right... because I wanted to spend more time with it, I rarely recalled it. And even when I did, I just used the most basic Poké Ball..." Hodor replied, suddenly feeling very guilty.
"Utterly foolish!" Miles rebuked mercilessly. "As a Trainer, do you lack even the most basic common sense? A Poké Ball doesn't just digitize a Pokémon; it contains a micro-spatial environment inside!"
"The cheapest standard Poké Balls have extremely cramped and suffocating interiors, like a dark, windowless room barely a few square meters across. For a Fighting-type Pokémon suffering from Severe Berserk Syndrome, filled with pent-up adrenaline, locking it in that kind of environment is like shoving a lit bomb into a sealed iron can!"
"No wonder the first thing it does when it comes out is go berserk and attack you! It's the instant explosion of all the manic frustration it accumulated in that oppressive space."
Miles's explanation of the underlying mechanics of Poké Balls opened a completely new door of understanding for the thousands of viewers in the chat.
"Therefore, you must go to the official Pokémon Center and spend the money to buy a ball specifically designed to contain extremely dangerous, massive Pokémon—a Heavy Ball or a Luxury Ball!" Miles instructed.
"The interior space of these high-tier Poké Balls is not only expansive, but it also generates a natural calming magnetic field that significantly slows down adrenaline secretion. More importantly, you need to go to the Pokémon Center's Security Department immediately and apply for a 'Special Danger Pokémon' registration certificate!"
He leaned closer to the camera, emphasizing the weight of his next words.
"Once registered, the officials will install the highest grade of security locks and electric shock restraints on its Poké Ball. This isn't just to protect public safety; it's your ultimate trump card to subdue it!"
"If it dares to show any signs of turning on you, you won't even have to lift a finger. The Poké Ball's built-in override will instantly discharge a high-voltage shock and teach it some manners!"
Hodor gasped.
In the past, he had always been too cheap to buy high-tier Poké Balls, let alone apply for official restrictions. Looking back now, he realized he had been playing a dangerous game with his own life.
"I understand, Master! The moment I'm discharged tomorrow, even if it bankrupts me, I'll get the highest-grade custom Poké Ball and apply for the official restrictions!"
"Good. The first two steps are physical restraints. Next is the third step, which is highly cruel psychological reconstruction warfare!"
Miles's eyes darkened, as if he could see right through to a living creature's most primal fears.
"Doesn't it absolutely hate having its head and back touched? Doesn't it snap at the slightest provocation? Doesn't it treat human commands like hot air? Then you do the exact opposite! Use the most extreme, unreasonable Pavlovian conditioning!"
Miles outlined the brutal regimen.
"When it is completely locked down in a high-voltage alloy cage or the official custom Poké Ball—when it has absolutely no way to resist you—you go in and ruthlessly, continuously touch its head and back!"
"The moment it gets angry and goes berserk, you instantly activate the electric shock or suppression device! Once it hurts and quiets down, you feed it its favorite Pokéblock! As soon as it finishes eating, you pet its head again. It goes berserk, you shock it again!"
A devilish smirk tugged at the corner of Miles's mouth.
"Through hundreds, maybe even tens of thousands of repetitive tortures, you will forcibly brand an unshakeable neural reflex into that brain of its, which is currently ruled by berserk genes!"
"You must force it to form muscle memory: if it dares bare its fangs at you, it will be met with agonizing hell; only by bowing its proud, rebellious head and submitting to your touch will it receive the food it needs to survive!"
"Destroy its ego, break its rebellious spirit, and use pain and reward to rebuild an unshakable truth in its subconscious: 'You are the absolute master!'"
Hsss—!
The entire stream, including Hodor on his hospital bed, felt their scalps tingle and a collective chill run down their spines.
[Viewer "Drinking Alone at Midnight": Bro is a literal demon! Streamer, you're a menace! This is Pavlov's dog training mixed with medieval torture! Ain't this a bit too cruel?!]
[Viewer "Wild Electabuzz": I'm literally sweating rn! Master Miles's psychological warfare is ten thousand times scarier than just killing that Machop! This is pure mind control!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": The methods are brutal, but against a born sociopath that only respects violence? Fighting fire with fire and establishing absolute authority through conditioning might be the only way to break it.]
[Viewer "Sherlock on a Keyboard": To build, one must first destroy. He's completely shattering its worldview and forcing the master's new rules of survival onto it. Master Miles is officially a grandmaster of the dark breeding arts!]
[Viewer "Frontline Gossip": Hodor, if you actually pull this off, you'll be the most hardcore Beast Tamer on the net! That Machop will flinch just from making eye contact!]
[Viewer "Forest Deer": Shivering... Master Miles is terrifying when he gets serious, but why do I find it incredibly charming?]
[Viewer "Even Straight Men Cry": RIP to that Machop. Bro could have provoked anyone, but he just had to mess with Master Miles, the Living Yama!]
Seeing the stream flooded with exclamations calling him the "Living Reaper," Hodor actually trembled with excitement.
He finally saw a ray of hope in subduing this vicious beast.
This almost sociopathic method of suppression perfectly matched his own maddened thirst for revenge after being tormented by pain.
"Master! Brilliant! This move is absolutely brilliant! I'll do exactly as you say. I'm going to let it know who the real boss of the house is!" Hodor roared through gritted teeth, his eyes shining with a fanatical light.
"Don't celebrate just yet. The first three steps are merely to save your life and establish preliminary authority." Miles picked up his thermos and took a sip of water.
His expression suddenly grew peculiar, tinged with a hint of mockery and dark humor.
"But this Machop's most fatal, core issue is that its adrenaline and testosterone levels are triple that of a normal creature. If this immensely primal, violent energy doesn't find a complete outlet, even Pavlovian conditioning will eventually be blown wide open by those volcanic chemical hormones."
"Therefore, the fourth step I'm going to teach you is the most vital, unresolvable ultimate killing blow of this plan—"
Miles deliberately dragged out his last syllable, leaving everyone hanging in agonizing suspense.
"Master, hurry up and tell me! What's the ultimate killing blow? Do I need to feed it some special suppressant medication? Or make it run a marathon every day carrying a five-hundred-pound barbell?" Hodor urged, the veins bulging on his neck.
"Wrong. Medication causes resistance, and running will only make its physical stamina even more freakish." Miles looked directly into the camera, speaking slowly and with absolute solemnity. "The Gentle Knife."
"The Gentle Knife?" Hodor was utterly bewildered. "What kind of martial arts secret is that? Or is it some special soothing technique?"
The live chat was similarly flooded with question marks; no one could keep up with Miles's erratic train of thought.
Miles chuckled coldly, ruthlessly stripping away the veil of this so-called "Gentle Knife."
"Isn't it hyper-masculine? Doesn't it have an excess of male hormones and adrenaline with nowhere to vent its endless energy?"
"Go to the major breeding houses or the underground black market, place a high bounty, and rent the largest, most fiercely capable female Fighting-type Pokémon you can find—one that is currently in the extreme throes of its mating season! Ideally, a massive, terrifyingly lustful female Machamp or a female Hariyama!"
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.
"You have that custom high-voltage cage, right? Lock this female T-Rex and your rebellious Machop in the same cage! Don't give them suppressants; instead, feed them the highest-grade aphrodisiac berries!"
At that moment, Miles looked as if he had been possessed by Satan himself, his voice dripping with twisted amusement and madness.
"You need to use nature's most primal, irresistible reproductive instinct to completely drain every last drop of excess hormone from its body!"
"If one day isn't enough, make it two! If two days aren't enough, make it a week! Even if it gets pinned to the floor by the female T-Rex and squeezed dry, even if it cries and screams to escape, you absolutely must not open the door!"
"I want you to drain it until its eyes roll back, its limbs twitch, and it can't even stand up! Keep going until it fully enters that serene, earthly-desires-abandoned 'Ultimate Sage Mode'!"
"A soft-footed shrimp that has been physically drained, mentally withered, and whose brain is left with nothing but a lingering terror of the opposite sex—how could it possibly muster the energy to go berserk?" Miles concluded triumphantly.
"How could it ever resist your commands? This bone-melting 'Gentle Knife' is the one life-or-death tribulation this super-male beast will absolutely never overcome!"
Boom!
When Miles laid out this incredibly perverted, utterly deranged, yet fundamentally biologically sound "Gentle Knife" tactic, the nearly ten thousand viewers in the live stream lost their minds.
The chat feed was pushed to the brink of collapse by an overwhelming tsunami of shock and hysterical laughter.
[Viewer "Drinking Alone at Midnight": LMAO WTF!!! Pfft-hahahahaha!!! I'm actually wheezing! The Gentle Knife?! A female Machamp?! Bro, is this really something a human brain could cook up?!]
[Viewer "Wild Electabuzz": SAGE MODE!!! Hahahaha! Absolute fatality! Who cares about triple adrenaline when faced with a female T-Rex in heat? Bro's just fuel for a walking juicer!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": I've studied law for a decade and seen bizarre cases, but today, I bow down to Master Miles! This isn't just physical castration; it's the ultimate destruction of the soul! Machop: Kill me! I beg you, just kill me!]
[Viewer "Sherlock on a Keyboard": Science! This is too damn scientific! Using reproductive instinct to counteract the hyper-masculine genes! The ultimate law of equivalent exchange! Master, you're an actual genius!]
[Viewer "Frontline Gossip": Help! I can already picture it! A scrawny, edgy Machop getting cornered and relentlessly claimed by a four-armed female Machamp! The mental image is too cursed!]
[Viewer "Forest Deer": Oh my... Streamer is teaching such shameless things on live! But... it actually sounds like it'd be super effective.]
[Viewer "Even Straight Men Cry": Destroyed! This is the true definition of breaking someone's spirit! If that Machop knew the fate awaiting it, it'd be kneeling in its cage right now, begging Hodor for mercy!]
On his hospital bed, Hodor was thoroughly dumbfounded.
His mouth hung open, his jaw nearly hitting his chest.
Staring at Miles's deadpan expression on the screen, he frantically visualized that utterly horrifying yet socially executing scenario.
Suddenly, he erupted into a violent fit of hysterical laughter. He laughed so hard tears streamed down his face. Even as his wounds tore and he grimaced in pain, he simply couldn't stop.
"Brilliant... Master! Master Miles! You're basically my savior!" Hodor wheezed, pounding his bed hysterically.
"A female Machamp! Sage Mode! Yes, yes, yes! This is the move! Once it's squeezed dry, let's see how this little bastard fights back! Master Miles, words can't express my gratitude!"
"I will see this plan through to the end, even if it bankrupts me! Just you wait. In half a month, I'll have this super-male Machop kneeling obediently before me, serving me tea!"
Without wasting another word, Hodor decisively cut the video feed.
A second later, the stream's public chat was completely submerged in incredibly lavish golden visual effects.
[System Notification: User "Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter" has sent you a gift: Super Rocket x1!]
[System Notification: User "Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter" has sent you a gift: Super Rocket x2!]
[System Notification: User "Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter" has sent you a gift: Super Rocket x3!]
...
Ten full "Super Rockets"—representing the platform's highest tier of donations—launched frantically into the sky of Miles's stream, accompanied by deafening, booming sound effects! At a price of two thousand dollars per Super Rocket, Hodor had just dropped a cool twenty grand in one go!
"Generous as always, Hodor! Wishing you a speedy recovery and a sweeping victory in your beast taming!"
Seeing the massive revenue spike in his backend dashboard, Miles smiled until his eyes crinkled into thin slits, all his previous exhaustion swept away.
This incredibly hardcore, almost darkly comedic live consultation hadn't just made him a fortune; it had pushed his stream's popularity to an unprecedented, terrifying peak!
"Did you see that, Chat? This is the hard-earned quality of my stream!" Miles beamed at the camera.
"Whether it's an incurable disease or a genetic defect, here with me, there's only what you can't imagine—never a patient I can't cure!"
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