Previously, Miles had assumed the physics-defying feats in Pokémon animations were just exaggerated, comedic plot devices. But now, in a world where Pokémon had genuinely merged with reality, he had finally discovered a perfectly logical, materialistic explanation for it all.
The core reason Pokémon could unleash supernatural elements like water, fire, and electricity was their ability to absorb and convert the omnipresent "Pokémon energy" in the air. In this reality, humans couldn't fire off moves like Pokémon, but they were far from fragile porcelain dolls. When a human pushed their physical limits through grueling training, and when they forged a deep, profound bond with their Pokémon through daily, sweat-drenched sessions, a phenomenon occurred.
A Pokémon's body acted like a massive magnetic field, naturally drawing in dense pockets of this energy. Caught in that intense resonance, the human partner would passively absorb the overflowing light particles. This energy acted like a supreme marrow-cleansing elixir, continuously reinforcing the human's cellular structure, bone density, and muscle mass.
'No wonder,' Miles thought. 'No wonder professional trainers in this world have the physical stats of absolute monsters. The Fighting-type masters can literally arm-wrestle a Machamp barehanded! This isn't genetic mutation; it's the fundamental law of this world. As long as I keep training, and as long as Munchlax and I keep breaking our limits, my mortal body will eventually evolve into a superhuman state capable of tanking a Pokémon's ultimate move!'
Having figured out this worldview-shattering underlying logic, the fire of ambition burned even fiercer in his chest. He wasn't just going to dominate the appraisal industry with his system-granted knowledge; he was absolutely going to forge himself into the most hardcore, physically unstoppable man in this world.
Time flew by, and the clock silently ticked toward 2:55 PM. Miles had already taken a hot shower and changed into a crisp, clean white T-shirt. He sat down at his computer desk, feeling entirely refreshed. Even though his cheap, second-hand 2006-era broadcasting equipment looked incredibly shabby, his current aura was that of a king about to ascend the throne.
"Phew," he exhaled. "The gear might be trash, but as long as my persona holds up and my technical skills are flawless, that's the best tool for attracting fans."
Miles expertly adjusted the lighting and camera angle. He checked the time; there were just two minutes left until his scheduled three o'clock broadcast. However, to his immense surprise, when he clicked into his channel's backend, he found hundreds of active viewers already camping in the black-screened room. A flurry of chat messages demanding he go live rolled across the screen like a relentless blizzard. It didn't just prove his terrifyingly high viewer retention; it showed that his "Omnipotent Pokémon Appraisal" brand had unknowingly become an indispensable daily routine for many.
"Right on time," Miles said, decisively hitting the broadcast button as the clock struck three.
The feed instantly lit up, projecting Miles's face—carrying a hint of roguish confidence—onto thousands of phones and monitors.
"Good afternoon, chat! Omnipotent Pokémon Appraisal, walking with miracles again today!"
Accompanied by his magnetic intro, the massive horde of fans who had been lurking in the dark flooded the room like a broken dam. The viewer count in the top right corner skyrocketed at a terrifying, visible speed.
Meanwhile, far away in the bustling city center, Lexi lounged inside a luxurious exclusive streaming lounge on the eighteenth floor of the Starlight Media Building.
Dressed in a pristine JK uniform, her hair tied in playful double buns, the young girl lazily scrolled through her phone on a soft leather sofa. She was the ultra-popular rookie streamer currently being heavily promoted by Starlight Media's ruthless gold-medal agent, Manager Ruby. With her sweet voice, beautiful looks, and a massive influx of corporate resources, Lexi had accumulated a staggering fanbase in just a few short months.
As she scrolled out of sheer boredom, a minor incident from a couple of days ago flashed through her mind. She had accidentally caught a glimpse of her immediate boss, Manager Ruby, using a burner account to frantically tip a streamer in a channel called Omnipotent Pokémon Appraisal. What shocked her the most was the streamer's identity—it was Miles. The same marginalized nobody who had constantly hit a wall at Starlight Media and was eventually kicked out for "lacking commercial value." At the time, Manager Ruby had even paid his severance out of her own pocket. It seemed she had noticed his stream doing better than the company's own talent and subscribed out of curiosity.
Lexi stared at the push notification that had just popped up on her screen: [Omnipotent Pokémon Appraisal is now live]. A sly gleam flashed in her large, expressive eyes.
'Since I'm not scheduled for a shift this afternoon, this fairy might as well throw on an alt account and go meet my former senior colleague. I'll give his business a little boost, tease him in secret, and see if his success is really just dumb luck.'
Thinking this, Lexi grabbed her ridiculously expensive pet carrier and was just about to log into her burner to request a video link when the oppressive clatter of high heels echoed from the hallway, accompanied by Manager Ruby scolding an assistant.
"Crap! If Manager Ruby catches me watching Miles's stream in the lounge, I'm dead!"
Looking like a startled rabbit, Lexi guiltily clutched her pet carrier, darted out of the lounge, and bolted straight into the women's public restroom at the end of the hall. With practiced ease, she picked the furthest stall and locked the door behind her.
"Phew..." Lexi patted her chest, placed two paper towels on the toilet lid, and sat down.
She opened Miles's stream, immediately dropping a massive, eye-catching donation accompanied by a chat message framed in glowing pink.
[Viewer "Wingless Runaway Fairy": Streamer brother! You're finally live! Help! Help! Do you dare appraise my Pokémon for me? It's my Pidgey... it seems to be seriously ill. It's a bird, but it actually doesn't know how to fly!]
'Safe,' Lexi thought smugly. 'Anyway, I've got a level-ten beauty filter on, plus this exaggerated pure-and-innocent makeup. He'll never recognize me!'
Back on the stream, Miles paused, his hand hovering over his thermos. The comment locked into his vision like a guided missile.
"A Pidgey? That can't fly?" Miles raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued.
As the most common household-level Flying-type Pokémon in the world, one that literally blanketed the streets and was recognizable to any three-year-old, a Pidgey lacking the basic instinct of flight was absurd. At that point, what was the difference between it and a free-range chicken? The sheer ridiculousness of it carried immense comedic potential.
"Interesting. A bird that can't fly... what, is it trying to cross-enroll in geology?" Miles's lips curled into a playful smirk. Without hesitation, he locked onto the user ID with his mouse. "Just based on this bizarre affliction alone, I'll take this as the first appraisal of the afternoon! Miss 'Wingless Runaway Fairy', go ahead and accept the video request. Let the master and the tens of thousands of eyes in chat see if you raised a bird or a penguin in a Pidgey suit!"
With a crisp beep, the connection went through. The video feed on the right side of the screen briefly dissolved into static before snapping into sharp focus.
However, when Miles and the surging crowd of viewers got a clear look at the incredibly bizarre, almost "aromatic" background environment in the video, everyone was utterly stunned. The air in the livestream room seemingly froze for two seconds.
The screen did feature a breathtaking, fairy-like beauty. But the environment she was in was an absolute disaster. It was an incredibly cramped, narrow stall. The walls were lined with pale white tiles, and a plastic mop hung on the door behind her. In the very corner of the camera's blind spot, the faint outline of a stainless-steel flush button and a massive industrial toilet paper dispenser could be seen.
She was literally sitting inside a public restroom stall of a massive office building or shopping mall.
After a full three seconds of dead silence, the chat feed erupted into its first epic explosion of the day.
[Viewer "Night Owl Cultivator Chairman": Bro wtf! I literally just picked up my hot latte and spat it all over my keyboard! That background... isn't that a women's public toilet stall?! Miss, your streaming environment is way too 'raw'!]
[Viewer "Just Want to Freeload Squirtle": I'm dead!!... Are young people really this wild nowadays? Video calling a streamer for an appraisal from a public restroom? Her mental fortitude is off the charts!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Emergency legal PSA! While conducting a personal broadcast in a closed public restroom stall doesn't directly violate federal criminal law, if you cause a public panic by shouting, security is highly likely to break down the door for disturbing the peace! You've got some nerve, miss!]
[Viewer "Hardcore Data Analyst": Put on your headphones and listen closely. You can clearly hear the toilet flushing in the background, plus high heels walking past next door. This is absolutely a highly trafficked public restroom! Wild!]
[Viewer "Drama Lover": LMAO look at Master Miles's face, bro is completely frozen as a .jpg! Master Miles has dominated the appraisal world for so long, but this is probably his first time seeing a god-tier weirdo begging for an appraisal from the toilet!]
[Viewer "Nurse Joy's Bleeding Heart": W Streamer, but NGL streaming from a toilet is super weird. Still, this girl is undeniably gorgeous! Visually blessed even if I can practically smell the bathroom through the screen!]
[Viewer "Veteran Gamer": GG! I've surfed the web for over a decade. I've seen survival streams in deep mountains and deep-sea connections while being chased by a Gyarados, but casually requesting an appraisal from the porcelain throne is a first! Respect!]
Watching the screen fill with relentless teasing, Lexi secretly thanked her lucky stars she had the beauty filters cranked to the max. Leaning into her act, she feigned deep embarrassment, covering her face and lowering her voice to a thief-like whisper.
"Oh gosh... please don't laugh at me, everyone! Master Miles, I didn't want to be in the bathroom either!" Lexi blinked, her tone carrying a flawless mix of grievance and innocence. "I'm a part-time cosmetics salesgirl on the first floor of this building. It's the weekend, and the mall is packed. I couldn't find a single quiet corner. I snuck out under the excuse of using the restroom when my manager wasn't looking. Only by locking myself in this stall could I safely connect with you! Please don't hold it against me!"
Her incredibly grounded "slacking off at work" excuse instantly dispelled the chat's suspicions and perfectly masked her true identity as Starlight Media's rising star.
"Fine, fine, the working class has it rough. The toilet it is, just don't get too excited and drop your phone in the bowl," Miles said, rubbing his temples as he forcefully dragged his attention away from the jarring background. "Enough nonsense, time is tight. Hurry up and pull out your 'flightless free-range chicken' so I can take a look."
"Yes, Master! One moment please!"
Secretly thrilled that she had fooled him, Lexi wedged her phone into the gap of the coat hook on the stall door. Very carefully, she retrieved a round, fluffy creature from her expensive pet carrier. As the camera focused, the Pidgey that had sparked the internet's curiosity was finally revealed to tens of thousands of viewers.
Truthfully, based purely on appearance, this Pidgey was an absolute top-tier specimen of its kind. Its physique was noticeably rounder and fuller than a standard wild Pidgey. Its feathers boasted an incredibly glossy, smooth sheen. The three signature crest feathers on its head—deep brown in the center and creamy pale yellow on the sides—were groomed immaculately without a single stray barb. Most striking were its large eyes; though they radiated a sense of pure, unadulterated foolishness and timidity, they were incredibly bright. Its purplish-red beak and talons, smooth as jade, were polished clean, with the tips of its claws even showing a lustrous white gleam.
"Hehe, Master, isn't she pretty?" Lexi cupped the Pidgey in both hands like she was showing off a rare treasure. Her tone was a contradictory mix of pride and frustration. "I saved up and spent over four thousand bucks just to buy her! I was hoping to take her to the plaza, let her fly, and take some aesthetic photos for my social media. But this little guy... no matter how high I throw her into the air, she absolutely refuses to spread her wings! Every time, she drops like a massive lead weight and goes smack onto the ground. It's driving me crazy!"
Miles didn't rush to answer. Instead, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he fully activated the [Eye of Pokémon Insight] in his mind.
Hum—!
Accompanied by a pulse of faint blue light visible only to him, an incredibly detailed data panel, formatted like a top-secret dossier, cascaded across his retinas.
[Target: Pidgey (Tiny Bird Pokémon)]
[Level: 8]
[Type: Normal / Flying]
[Gender: Female]
[Base Stats: D+ (251 - Average low-tier Flying-type stats)]
[Potential: C+ (55 - Exceptional for a pet, practically over-nourished)]
[Nature: Timid (Speed ↑, Attack ↓. Naturally insecure and highly sensitive to external stimuli)]
[Moves: Tackle, Sand Attack, Gust]
[Current Status: Extremely nervous / Mild discomfort from restroom ammonia / Intense, uncontrollable psychological resistance]
His eyes swept over the foundational data, and Miles nodded inwardly. The girl might have seemed a bit airheaded, but at least she hadn't been scammed on the hardware. This Pidgey didn't have any hidden physical defects; in fact, it was vastly healthier than the vast majority of its peers.
However, as Miles's gaze traveled further down, landing at the very bottom of the panel, a flashing, pale-white Fate Entry radiating an incredibly absurd aura forcefully barged into his line of sight....
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