[Viewer "Late Night Explorer": Holy crap! Chat, look at the streamer's expression! Why is he suddenly smiling like a creep? It's sending shivers down my spine!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Oh no! Master's creepy smile looks exactly like a mad scientist getting ready to push someone onto a dissection table! He isn't secretly planning to stew this Paras, is he?]
[Viewer "Canyon's Most Affectionate Jungler": I don't get it. What is he so happy about? That poor girl was crying her eyes out, and he's just sitting there giggling. Is this the twisted humor of a top-tier powerhouse?]
[Viewer "Veteran Breeder Old Wang": Shh! Keep it down, Chat! Based on my profound understanding of him, whenever he gets that neurotic smile, it means his brain just smashed through a major academic blind spot! Bro is definitely cooking up a brilliant idea!]
[Viewer "Just Want to Play With Squirtle": Even though he looks a bit like a demon king right now... this focused, crazed, almost psychotic handsomeness is totally my type! Hurry up and speak, Master, I can't wait!]
[Viewer "Broke Corporate Slave": With his incredible facial expression management, I suggest the streamer go straight to Hollywood. He'd make a killer high-IQ serial killer!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Holmes": Forget his expression, pay attention! The hardcore rescue plan that will decide this Pokémon's life or death is coming!]
Watching the chat feed rapidly derail, Miles coughed awkwardly.
He quickly dropped his mad-scientist smirk and slipped right back into his aloof, professional appraiser persona.
"Ahem, getting back to the topic," Miles said, straightening his posture.
His gaze pierced through the screen, locking onto the young heiress like two sharp swords as he coldly laid out the mission.
"Since you are dead set on saving this bug's soul and stopping the fungus from taking over its body, we have to resort to extreme, brutal physical intervention. It's what we call an 'ebb and flow' approach."
Miles leaned in slightly.
"What you need to do is simple. However, it will be a massive money sink and a true test of your patience. You must keep the parasitic mushrooms weak while simultaneously forcing the main body of the Paras to grow stronger!"
The young woman listened intently, treating his words like a divine decree.
"Master, how do I actually do that? Money is not an issue. As long as I can save it, I'm willing to spend whatever it takes!"
That single boastful phrase—Money is not an issue—instantly sparked a river of envious tears from the miserable corporate slaves in the chat.
"Good. With that kind of financial backing, this will be much easier."
Miles nodded in satisfaction before revealing the brutal first step.
"Starting today, whenever you notice the two mushrooms on its back showing obvious signs of growth, or if their colors turn overly bright, you must act ruthlessly."
"Take sterile scissors and decisively snip off the mushroom caps! You cannot leave them even the slightest bit of nutrients!"
"What? Just cut them off?!"
The girl jumped in fright, worriedly stroking her Paras. "But... but I read in some science magazines that if you forcefully remove the mushrooms, the Paras's life force will rapidly drain away. It'll die from severe malnutrition!"
[Viewer "Grass-Type Trainer Boss": Right, right, right! That's not just fearmongering! The parasite and the host are deeply bound to each other. Snipping the mushrooms is the equivalent of bleeding this bug dry!]
[Viewer "Wild Pokémon Protection Association": Isn't this crude method way too risky? This is basically walking a tightrope! One careless mistake and it'll be a tragic case of two lives lost!]
"Foolish!" Miles snorted dismissively, ruthlessly shutting down their shallow doubts.
"Didn't I just make it clear? This plan is a massive money sink! If an ordinary person snipped those mushrooms, the Paras would indeed die."
He paused, a confident smirk returning to his lips.
"But is this young lady strapped for cash?"
He pointed aggressively at the camera.
"The exact moment you brutally cut away those mushrooms, you must immediately pump the Paras full of the most expensive, top-tier Cellular Activity Repair Fluid and High-Concentration Life Potions available on the market!"
"However much of its feeble life force the mushrooms drain, you will use the sheer brute force of wealth to replenish it ten, a hundred times over! You're going to use an unreasonable, saturated bombardment of resources to forcefully nourish the insect body until it becomes incredibly tough and robust!"
Miles paused, letting the heavy weight of his words sink in before continuing.
"When its vitality becomes so overwhelming that those two ruined mushrooms can't possibly drain it dry—no matter how greedily they suck—the fungus will never be able to accumulate enough terrifying toxins to hijack its brain!"
Hearing Miles's simple, brutal, yet logically flawless "pay-to-live" method, the viewers in the chat collectively gasped in shock.
Good heavens, this wasn't medical treatment—this was frantically using the superpower of wealth to bribe the Grim Reaper himself!
"I understand! I will definitely buy the best, most expensive nutrient fluids in the world for it!" The young heiress's eyes lit up as if she had just grasped a sturdy lifeline.
"Not only that, but there's a second step...environmental intervention," Miles added with rigorous precision.
"The Paras is currently afraid of sunlight because the fungus on its back instinctively repels ultraviolet rays. You must forcibly reverse this habit!"
"Prepare a dry, warm environment with plenty of direct sunlight for it. Do not let it near dark, damp places. Use the fierce sunlight to mercilessly eradicate any fungal spores trying to reproduce!"
Miles deliberately paused for dramatic effect before dropping the ultimate, luxurious trump card.
"If your finances allow for it... go to a high-end black market or a top-tier official auction house and, at all costs, acquire a high-purity, top-quality Sun Stone! Have the Paras wear it closely against its body every single day."
"A Sun Stone contains pure, violent energy like a sun! To a parasitic fungus that relies on dark, damp conditions to survive, that kind of energy is absolute poison."
"As long as it's suppressed by the powerful radiation of a top-tier Sun Stone, those two mushrooms can forget about ever causing trouble again in this lifetime!"
Miles's detailed, hardcore treatment plan—which reeked heavily of absolute financial superpower—thoroughly conquered everyone present.
[Viewer "Slacker Who Gave Up": I'm on my knees! Plucking mushrooms, chugging god-tier potions, sunbathing, and wearing an absurdly expensive Sun Stone... With this luxurious combo, forget a common parasitic fungus, even stubborn cancer cells would be eradicated without a trace! GG!]
[Viewer "Market Insider": Chat, I just did a rough estimate of this plan's terrifying cost. Top-tier cellular repair fluid is at least a grand a day, and a top-quality Sun Stone is priceless but starts at an absurd five or six hundred thousand! This isn't raising a bug, this is maintaining a bottomless pit made of solid gold!]
[Viewer "Midnight Patrolling Noctowl": The world of the rich is truly unpretentious and boring. If it were me facing a money-burning illness like this, I'd probably have no choice but to desperately toss the Paras into an isolated sewer overnight. RIP to that guy.]
"Master, I've memorized everything carefully!"
The delicate young woman bowed repeatedly to the camera, tears of joy and hope streaming from her eyes.
"Tomorrow, I'll immediately have my dad use his connections to track down a top-quality Sun Stone! Thank you so, so much! You are practically its second parent!"
"You're exaggerating," Miles replied, waving his hand nonchalantly. Yet, a hint of profound anticipation lingered in his gaze.
"That's all the useful advice I can give you. The rest depends entirely on your execution. Doing this will absolutely stop the fatal evolution of those two mushrooms."
He paused, his voice dropping slightly.
"As for the Paras itself, after accumulating such a massive amount of energy but being unable to take its standard evolutionary path... whether it will miraculously break through its genetic shackles and evolve into an unprecedented, world-shocking new form..."
Miles's tone turned incredibly solemn, as if he were bestowing a sacred mission...
"If that miraculous day truly arrives, and your Paras displays an unknown new evolution, please promise to connect with my stream immediately! Let me have the honor of personally witnessing the birth of a magnificent, brand-new Pokémon in this world!"
"It's a deal! Master, I definitely won't let you down!" the girl promised firmly.
With the issue perfectly resolved, Miles prepared to cut the connection. But the other girls in her dorm room weren't having it.
They anxiously crowded around the camera, filling the screen.
"Ah! Master! Brother Miles! Don't be so heartless and hang up! We haven't shown you our poor Pokémon yet!"
"Have a heart and show some mercy! Just quickly appraise our dorm's Pokémon while you're at it!"
"Yeah, Master! You're so incredibly handsome, you must have a soft heart! Just help us out, we'll shower you with donations!"
Listening to the barrage of sweet, coquettish pleading that would make most men go weak at the knees, Miles definitely enjoyed the ego boost.
However, his expression remained fiercely impartial, showing absolutely no room for compromise.
In this livestream where fairness was paramount, the rules were a sacred bottom line.
"Ladies, I apologize. It's not that I'm being stingy and don't want to look," Miles said, rapping his knuckles seriously against his desk.
"But if I break the rules and appraise your entire dorm today, what about the other fans waiting in the queue? That simply wouldn't be fair."
He decisively laid down the ironclad law.
"Let me officially clarify right now...to adequately address everyone's urgent needs, I will only make an exception to provide exclusive appraisal services to one veteran fan or VIP per stream. The remaining slots must be fairly reserved for our enthusiastic new fans!"
He offered a polite but firm smile. "So, I'm sorry ladies, but our paths end here for now. Hopefully we'll meet again!"
Without any lingering hesitation, Miles ruthlessly clicked his mouse, cleanly severing the connection with the eye-catching girls' dorm.
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Holy crap! Master is utterly ruthless! Faced with the whining of so many beautiful college girls, he actually hung up without even blinking! I am in awe of this terrifying self-control!]
[Viewer "Canyon's Most Affectionate Jungler": The streamer's righteous integrity is unreal! To protect the chances of us ordinary, non-paying new fans, he decisively rejected the rich college girls! Just for this unwavering principle, I'll be your diehard fan for life! W Streamer!]
[Viewer "Vegetable-Loving Bunny": Waaah, even though it's a shame my roommate's Pokémon didn't get looked at, the Master's handsome look as he stood by his principles is absolutely captivating! I'll definitely work harder to send you more donations in the future!]
Watching the stream's rapidly climbing popularity and the uniform wave of praise in the chat, Miles took a satisfied sip of water.
He had thoroughly mastered the profound art of playing hard to get.
"Alright, Chat. Now that we've finished with that brain-twisting medical mystery, let's quickly draw our next lucky viewer!"
Miles randomly clicked on an ID applying for a connection in the background.
Beep—!
The video feed quickly connected.
'Wait, since when did my hardcore appraisal stream bizarrely turn into a kingdom of women? Where did my massive male fan base go?' Miles stared at the screen, his eyes widening in astonishment.
The person appearing on the video feed was yet another young, fashionably dressed female viewer!
Her ID was Crackling Static.
He had just finished acting like an aloof, unapproachable lone wolf who shunned mortal temptations, only to turn around and find his stream absurdly dominated by female fans.
The dramatic contrast made Miles rub his nose in sudden embarrassment.
"Ahem, beautiful lady, how may I be of service to you?" Miles asked, quickly adjusting back to his flawless professional state.
"Streamer, streamer! Hurry up and help me take a look! I'm seriously about to have a mental breakdown!"
The female viewer immediately launched into a frantic tirade. She roughly shoved the Pokémon she was holding into the frame, getting straight to the point. "I just have a really embarrassing problem that I desperately need to ask you about."
Miles focused his gaze on the screen.
It was an adorkable canine Pokémon that looked strikingly like a Corgi from Earth. Its coloring was rich and vibrant. The main body was a warm camel-yellow, while the lower half of its face and its round belly were pure white.
However, around its eyes, the inner rims of its massive ears, its short, lightning-bolt-shaped tail, and its highly distinctive heart-shaped butt, it was accented with a bright, pale yellow.
Most striking of all were its pupils and the ring of markings around its rear. They displayed a rare, translucent bean-green color that sparkled like top-tier gemstones.
Coupled with its signature short legs and the fluffy ring of yellow fur around its neck, it looked incredibly cheerful and cute—the absolute perfect representation of an adorable dog companion.
"Ah, so it's a cute little Yamper," Miles said.
Looking at the silly Electric-type Pokémon eagerly panting and sticking its pink tongue out at the camera, his rigid, straight-man heart practically melted. "This little guy looks perfectly healthy and lovable. What kind of serious problem could it possibly have?"
"It's definitely cute, but it has a despicable bad habit!" The female viewer angrily tugged on one of the Yamper's large ears, tearfully complaining.
"Health-wise, this Yamper of mine feels like there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. But it is just so incredibly... perverted! Its usual behavior is so bizarre."
"If we're out on the street or in the neighborhood and it sees a guy, it acts all aloof and ignores them. It won't even bother wagging its tail."
"But! The second it sees a young, pretty girl wearing light clothing, it turns into a crazy, starving wolf and howls as it pounces straight for their long legs!"
The viewer buried her face in her hands in absolute despair.
"Because of this, I've had to awkwardly and humbly apologize to so many pretty girls on the street! Streamer, you're knowledgeable and experienced. Can you please analyze what exactly is going on here? Is it really the reincarnation of some twisted pervert deep down in its bones?!"
Hearing this absurd, mind-blowing problem, Miles's eyebrow twitched violently.
A harmless, short-legged little doggo was actually a massive pervert who only liked pretty girls?!
This ridiculous situation completely shattered Miles's inherent understanding of a Pokémon's pure nature! There was absolutely a huge, unspeakable secret hidden behind this!
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