[Viewer "Late Night No Drinking": LMAO! 'My biological father' my ass! The driver has probably never taken such an outrageous job in his entire life!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": The driver: 'I might not understand the situation, but five hundred bucks is five hundred bucks. I accept this son!']
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Fast and Furious: Pokémon Special Edition! Go, High-Protein Spinarak! Hundreds of thousands are waving at you!]
Tempted by the heavy sum, the taxi driver devoured the three-kilometer distance, arriving at the Pokémon Center's main entrance in under five minutes.
Screech—!
With a wildly aggressive fishtail, the taxi skidded to a halt right at the steps of the emergency hall. Spinarak threw down a thick stack of red bills, completely abandoning his change. Cradling the heavy water tank in his arms, he crashed through the glass doors of the emergency room like a cannonball.
"Doctor! Nurse! Help! Emergency! Save it, quick!" he bellowed. The late-night emergency hall of the Pokémon Center had been dead silent, but Spinarak's frantic roar instantly sent the place into a panic.
"Lucky! Lucky!"
Accompanied by urgent cries, two Chansey wearing nurse caps rushed out of the emergency room, pushing a specialized aquatic rescue cart alongside a doctor in a white coat.
"What's the situation? What Pokémon is injured?" the on-duty doctor asked, his brows furrowed.
"Omanyte! It's an incredibly rare, ancient Omanyte!" Spinarak panted heavily as he placed the water tank onto the cart. Following Miles's previous instructions, he shouted like a primary school student reciting a textbook, "Doctor! It suffered terrifying high-pressure compression or a heavy blow from a Totem Pokémon in the sea! Its shell isn't broken, but its internal organs are severely ruptured! It's currently suffering from extreme internal trauma and massive organ failure. It stopped breathing in the car! Hook it up to the highest-level life support system immediately!"
Hearing Spinarak's incredibly professional and pathologically precise description, the experienced doctor froze on the spot. He leaned closer to the tank, clicking on a powerful penlight to examine the Omanyte's bloodshot, dilated pupils before gently squeezing its limp tentacles.
The doctor's expression changed drastically. He looked at Spinarak in absolute shock. "You're completely right! Its vitals perfectly match the late stages of organ failure! But... you didn't even use any professional imaging equipment. How did you see through such a deeply concealed internal injury with just a glance? This level of insight is nothing short of a miracle!"
"Stop wasting time, Doc! An absolute god of a streamer figured it out! Hurry up and get it into the operating room!" Spinarak stamped his feet in profound anxiety.
"Quick! Move it into ICU Tank Number Three! Prepare the high-concentration nutrient solution and the internal organ repair light-wave module!" Not daring to delay any longer, the doctor directed the Chansey to urgently rush the Omanyte through the operating room doors, where a glaring red light began to flash. Just before stepping inside, the doctor turned his head, his expression dead serious. "A full-body organ repair of this magnitude requires exceptionally expensive, specialized medical resources. However, fossil Pokémon receive a support subsidy. Go to the cashier and pay the deposit first. Two thousand Pokédollars. We can't even start the machines if you're a single cent short."
Two thousand!
Hearing that staggering number, the muscles on Spinarak's face violently twitched. As a lowly merchant dealing in second-hand goods, the total savings in his bank account barely covered that amount. If he handed over two thousand, he would be eating dirt for the next few months. With trembling hands, he pulled out his bank card. Standing in front of the payment machine, beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
He raised his phone, looking at Miles on the screen with a pleading gaze. "Brother... this is two thousand in hard cash. If it doesn't survive... my life is completely ruined. Are you absolutely sure about that six-figure starting price you mentioned earlier?"
Watching Spinarak act like a hesitant gambler agonizing over his chips at the table, Miles leaned back in his chair, a hint of absolute control flashing through his eyes. He glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of his monitor; the clock had quietly ticked past midnight. He decided it was time to detonate the ultimate bombshell for tonight's final broadcast.
"Spinarak, I never fight an unprepared battle," Miles stated plainly. His voice rang out with exceptional clarity in the silent, late-night hospital corridor, carrying a magnetic undertone that felt capable of turning the very gears of fate. "That two thousand in emergency fees is money well spent. It won't just save its life; it will secure your path to jumping social classes. You were in such a rush to run out earlier, I didn't even have time to finish."
Miles leaned forward slightly, his gaze as captivating as an abyss. "Do you want to know the ultimate secret... one that will force the value of your Omanyte to double or even triple on top of that six-figure baseline?"
Boom!
Spinarak, who had just been quivering with his bank card in hand, violently shuddered as if struck by a Thunderbolt. He nearly dropped his phone on the floor. When he finally spoke, his voice cracked and tore apart from sheer ecstasy and disbelief.
"Double... or triple?! A six-figure amount doubling?! Hundreds of thousands, doubled?!" He was practically hyperventilating. "Even if it's just a hundred thousand, doubling that makes it two hundred thousand! My own brother! A living God! I beg you, teach me! What do I need to do?! As long as I can make two hundred thousand, I'd gladly go in there and act as a human blood bag for it!"
It wasn't just Spinarak who was losing his mind; the thousands of viewers who had stayed up late in the livestream erupted into a boiling ocean of hype that threatened to tear the roof off!
[Viewer "Late Night No Drinking": Holy crap!!! You're telling me there's an ultimate plot twist to this?! Six figures isn't even the limit?!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": This is robbery! This money-making speed is faster than robbing the central bank! Streamer, stop keeping us in suspense! Hurry up and tell us! What's this earth-shattering secret?!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Holmes": Wait! Combining this with the level the streamer mentioned earlier... Level 35 and above... Could it be...?! Impossible! The evolution conditions for this thing are still an unsolved mystery in the Federation's academic circles! Don't tell me he cracked that too?!]
Seeing Spinarak's posture, looking as if he wanted to reach through the screen to kneel and bow, and the explosive barrage of comments flooding the chat, Miles calmly screwed the lid back onto his thermos. He then methodically unraveled the eternal mystery destined to trigger an earthquake in the Pokémon trading market.
"It's very simple. In this world, many people don't even know that a fossil Pokémon like Omanyte possesses an evolutionary form," Miles explained. "Even if a tiny minority of researchers are aware of it, they haven't been able to grasp the threshold for its evolution—whether it requires a special ancient ore or a specific oceanic magnetic field. But today, in this stream, I can explicitly tell everyone!"
Miles stared directly into the camera, his eyes projecting the absolute authority of someone wielding the truth. "Omanyte's evolution conditions don't demand any flashy items or environmental restrictions. The only core requirement is its level. When it absorbs enough experience in battle and breaks through to Level 40, it will usher in the ultimate awakening of its ancient bloodline. It will evolve into a terrifying Pokémon covered in sharp spikes, resembling a heavily armored fortress of the deep sea—an Omastar!"
"Spinarak, your Omanyte is extremely likely to be approaching that terrifying threshold of Level 40! In other words, it is merely a tiny step away from the evolution door that will make its value skyrocket!"
Miles's words were like a Category 12 hurricane, instantly sweeping away whatever remained of Spinarak's rationality and utterly shattering the worldviews of the tens of thousands of people in the stream.
"It's severely injured right now, and that nearly shattered white fate entry is currently restructuring. As long as you spare no expense on its medical bills during this period, and supplement it with appropriate battle training stimulation after it recovers and is discharged... it will take half a month at the shortest, or a month at the longest." Miles smiled faintly, delivering the most shocking final verdict of his appraisal career. "As long as it grows smoothly and evolves into an Omastar, wielding those ferocious spikes and the ancient pressure of mastering Ancient Power... at that point, list it at a high-end auction house in the underground black market. If you take anything less than hundreds of thousands in cash, you can tell them to get lost!"
Bang!
Spinarak slammed his bank card against the payment machine. With a sharp beep, the two thousand in emergency fees was instantly deducted, but he didn't care at all anymore. He fell to his knees on the cold hospital floor with a heavy thud. Facing Miles on his phone screen, tears and snot streaming down his face, he let out a howl of beastly ecstasy.
"Miles! Master Miles! I will never forget your great kindness for as long as I live! The day it evolves and gets sold, I'll send you twenty... No! I'll send you fifty Superchats! I'll build a shrine for you!"
Listening to the deafening cheers that were already starting to attract the hospital's security guards, Miles severed the connection with a satisfied smile. This dramatic rollercoaster—from nearly rotting in a jail cell to teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, only to be single-handedly pulled into an overnight fortune by Miles—had finally drawn to a perfect, mind-blowing close.
Watching the chat feed snowstorm with messages like "W Streamer!" and "Staying up late tonight was completely worth it!", Miles stretched luxuriously, his joints popping with crisp cracks.
"Alright, to all my viewers burning the midnight oil with me," Miles offered the camera a bright, relaxed smile that carried a hint of exhaustion. "Today's special Pokémon appraisal stream has successfully come to an end. Whether it was suppressing the Machop, the heartwarming healing of the Mimikyu, or this Omanyte that narrowly escaped death and is about to reforge its ancient destiny entry—the Pokémon world will always be intertwined with thrills, miracles, and profits. But please remember, no matter what their monetary value might be, they are, first and foremost, living beings. Only by revering life can you reap miracles."
"Thank you all for accompanying me tonight. I am Miles. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon at the same time. Take care!!"
As he clicked the button to stop the broadcast, the screen instantly went pitch black. However, the frantically rolling chat and the continuously rising follower count silently testified to the appraisal legend created within this cramped rental apartment tonight.
The room returned to the unique tranquility of the deep night, interrupted only by the occasional honk of a passing car outside. Miles took off his headset and massaged his aching temples. He turned his head, his gaze softening as it landed on the oversized cushion a short distance away.
Munchlax was sprawled out on its back, letting out thunderous snores that paradoxically made one feel incredibly grounded and secure. Its furry, massive belly rose and fell rhythmically with each breath, a string of crystal-clear drool hanging from the corner of its mouth. It seemed to be dreaming of devouring some exceptionally delicious Pokéblocks.
Miles stood up and walked over to the cushion, gently rubbing the little guy's chubby belly. Sensing its owner's touch, Munchlax smacked its lips in its sleep. It unconsciously wrapped its short, stubby arms around Miles's arm and nuzzled against it.
Looking at this heartwarming scene, Miles's eyes brimmed with boundless anticipation and ambition for the future. In this Pokémon world—a place interwoven with the unknown, profits, crises, and miracles—he had relied on those divine eyes that could see through all destinies and data to violently tear open a path for himself within this rigidly stratified society!
Just as Miles was immersed in this rare moment of peace and ambition, a sound echoed.
Ding—!
Deep within his retinas, an incredibly crisp system notification—carrying a hint of mechanical texture yet sounding like heavenly music—rang out without warning. Immediately after, a holographic virtual panel radiating a high-tech, eerie blue light slowly unfolded before his eyes. Lines of blood-pumping golden text danced across it.
[Ding! The data settlement for this special night stream is completely finished!]
[Total Influence Points gained from this livestream: 4,566 points!]
[Calculating historical data...]
[First Stream Accumulation: 1,850 points (Consumed, but counted towards the total Fame Pool)]
[Second Stream Accumulation: 3,954 points]
[Third Stream (Current) Accumulation: 4,566 points]
[Current Historical Total Influence Points: 10,370 points! Officially breaking through the 10,000-point threshold!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your current Fame Level has successfully leveled up. You have officially advanced to Level 3 (Rising Star)!]
[To reach the next Fame Level, 'Level 4 (Renowned)', you need to accumulate a total of 19,999 Influence Points (Current deficit: approximately 9,629 points)!]
[Fame Level breakthrough detected. The System has automatically issued a 'Level 3 Fame Advancement Gift Pack'! Would you like to open it immediately?]
Looking at the gorgeous settlement panel cascading down like a waterfall, Miles's breathing grew heavy. It broke ten thousand! His historical accumulated Influence had finally broken ten thousand!
Although he had practically exhausted his available points during his first two streams to defy the heavens and change Munchlax's fate, the System's mechanic of counting consumed points toward the total Fame upgrade pool was incredibly user-friendly.
'From a few hundred points in the beginning, to over three thousand later, and now over four thousand five hundred tonight... My stream's viewer retention rate and my ability to mobilize the audience's emotions are snowballing at a terrifying speed!' Miles quickly calculated.
He knew very well that this meant he had officially survived the brutal elimination period that plagued all rookie streamers. He had firmly established a foothold in the hardcore niche of Pokémon appraisal, even faintly displaying the makings of a dominant force.
'System, open the gift pack immediately!' Miles commanded silently, rubbing his hands together.
What he anticipated most right now was seeing exactly what logic-defying trump card the System would grant him for this level up.
[Command Confirmed! Opening the Level 3 Fame Advancement Gift Pack...]
Accompanied by a flash of intensely dazzling dark-gold light, an orb radiating mysterious spiritual fluctuations shot directly into the center of Miles's forehead.
[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully acquired the exclusive God-Level active derivative skill: Voice of All Things!]
[Skill Analysis: This is a skill that reaches into the depths of the soul! Once activated, your auditory perception will completely transcend biological barriers and language obstacles. You will be able to listen to the truest subtext, emotional fluctuations, and hidden desires deep within any Pokémon's heart with 100% accuracy and zero latency. Before these 'Ears of Communication,' any Pokémon's mental defenses will be rendered non-existent!]
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