"You left them out on the balcony to bake in the sun? Are you trying to hatch eggs, or are you frying them?!" Miles scolded. "This is practically a sin!"
"Such severe improper storage won't just cause massive dehydration and necrosis of the embryos—costing you your entire investment—but if the Pokémon League finds out, it's a textbook case of abusing unhatched Pokémon. With those charges combined, you better prepare yourself for a nice, long stint making license plates in prison!"
Miles's highly professional reprimand instantly caused cold sweat to cascade down Brother Motorcycle's bald head.
"M-Master, I was wrong! I really didn't know!" the burly, fierce-looking man stammered, his entire body trembling as his legs gave out. He bowed repeatedly, pleading for mercy.
"I used to drive a trucks, how was I supposed to know about this delicate stuff! Once you help me pick through the ones in this room, I'll immediately move them all back to the incubator! I swear I'll treat them like my own family!"
Watching this hulking man act as meek as a scolded child in front of Miles, the chat feed erupted into uproarious laughter.
[Viewer "Elden Ring Lecturer": Hahaha! He's been tamed! In front of Master Miles, this big guy is behaving better than he would in front of his mother-in-law! This is absolute suppression of strength!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": The Master isn't wrong. The storage conditions for Pokémon eggs are incredibly strict. That's exactly why eggs from official breeding centers are so expensive—you're paying for their expertise and risk management. This guy's crude, free-range storage is just throwing money down the drain.]
"Cut the crap," Miles stated plainly. "Now, go in order. Pan your phone's camera steadily over these eggs. Don't go too fast, and follow my instructions."
He couldn't be bothered to waste more breath. Time was money, and he didn't have the patience to chat with an old gambling addict.
"Right, right away! Look at the first one in the first row..."
Brother Motorcycle held his phone with both hands, as steady as possible and began scanning the Pokémon eggs on the shelf one by one.
Meanwhile, sitting in front of his computer screen, a deep blue stream of data began to churn frantically in Miles's eyes like a boiling sea of stars.
In that moment, his retinas practically transformed into a high-powered biological computer. The blind box eggs—completely identical and coated in an orange-red pigment to ordinary people—turned into highly detailed genetic profiles before him.
"The first one. Light transmittance is too high, egg fluid is thin, IVs are E-rank. It's trash. Throw it away," Miles commanded coldly, his voice robotic and devoid of emotion.
"The third one. The pigment has already invaded the embryo's heart. It's a dead egg. Move it away before it starts to stink."
"These next few are all malnourished bottom-tier junk. Even if they hatched, they wouldn't be as useful as a blade of grass. Zero combat value. Eliminated."
To hide the System's existence, Miles made sure to add a concise, superficial camouflage analysis to every verdict, using terms like "dull color" or "skewed shape."
As his declarations of "trash" and "dead egg" rang out, Brother Motorcycle's heart bled at a desperate pace. Every time he moved the camera, it was as if he were watching hundred-dollar bills burn to ash right in front of him.
After looking at fewer than thirty eggs, it was a total wipeout. Pure, unadulterated industrial waste.
"M-Master..." Brother Motorcycle's voice trembled with uncontrollable despair. "We've looked through almost half of them... is there really not a single good one? Are my 118,000 dollars really going to be completely wiped out? I... I really can't take this..."
"Shut up!"
Miles's gaze sharpened, and he let out a cold shout through the screen.
"If your mental fortitude is this weak and you can't handle the consequences of losing a gamble, then I'll cut the connection right now! You can keep this pile of dead eggs and cry over them yourself!"
The authoritative shout instantly choked off Brother Motorcycle's breakdown.
He shuddered, quickly covering his mouth. Not daring to utter a single peep, he choked back his heartache and obediently continued moving the camera like a wronged child.
[Viewer "Canyon's Number One Troll": Holy crap! Master Miles's aura is unmatched! This is a man destined for greatness! Unfazed even if a mountain collapses in front of him!]
[Viewer "Broke Wage Slave": Seeing Brother Motorcycle holding back his tears and not daring to speak up is hilarious. The Master scolded him well! Gamblers don't deserve sympathy!]
While the entire chat feed was immersed in Miles's overwhelming, king-like aura, his gaze suddenly paused on a specific corner of the fourth shelf.
Buzz!
A faint but incredibly pure blue data panel flashed, standing out glaringly amidst the sea of miserable white junk data.
[Target: Pokémon Egg (Bellsprout)]
[Type: Grass/Poison]
[Gender: Male]
[Level: Lv. 0 (Unhatched)]
[Ability: Gluttony]
[Nature: Adamant (Attack ↑ Special Attack ↓)]
[Base Stats Rating: C (Average)]
[IVs Total Rating: A- (Excellent Potential, One in a Hundred!)]
[Fate Entry (Blue): Gluttonous Stomach - Its incredibly vigorous appetite and mutated digestive system grant it the possibility of breaking through its physical size limit!]
"Stop!" Miles's voice dropped, carrying a trace of imperceptible surprise. "Move the camera back. Fourth row, second from the left. Put your hand on it and feel it."
Brother Motorcycle's heart clenched. He quickly aimed the lens at the egg and reached out with a trembling hand.
"M-Master? This egg feels... a bit warmer than the others? And it feels like there's a pulsating vibration inside?!"
"It barely counts as a minor top-tier find," Miles said, leaning back in his chair and employing his flawless camouflage logic to explain it to the viewers.
"A slightly higher temperature accompanied by high-frequency, faint internal tremors. In breeding science, this indicates a terrifyingly fast metabolism. The embryo in this Bellsprout egg possesses incredibly vigorous vitality. It's frantically absorbing the residual nutrients at a speed several times faster than its peers."
He continued, "If I'm not mistaken, once it hatches, it will absolutely be a high-potential seedling with the Gluttony Ability."
"Don't think Gluttony is a useless Ability. Paired with its vigorous vitality, as long as you provide it with enough high-energy food, its size and power limits will be astonishing."
Miles held up two fingers to the camera. "Keep this egg separate. As long as it hatches successfully, and you find a Grass-type Trainer who knows their stuff, a conservative estimate is that it'll help you recoup a few thousand bucks!"
"A few thousand?!"
Brother Motorcycle's dead eyes instantly erupted with fervent light. "My god! That directly doubles its value!"
Trembling with excitement, he carefully cradled the egg as if holding a priceless treasure.
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Holy shit! Out of this massive pile of industrial garbage, Master Miles actually managed to pick out gold?! I'm blown away by his eyesight!]
[Viewer "Veteran Breeder Old Wang": Master Miles's analysis is incredibly precise! A high-IV Bellsprout with the Gluttony Ability—if bred properly and evolved into Victreebel—will have a massive body and a terrifying devouring capacity that makes it an absolute nightmare in battle! A few thousand bucks is honestly a conservative estimate!]
[Viewer "Late Night Cultivator": God bless us, please don't let this old gambler find anything else good! I just love watching him suffer from losing money!]
Miles ignored the noisy chat and continued directing Brother Motorcycle's tedious minesweeping work.
Motivated by the first high-quality find, Brother Motorcycle was now full of energy, treating Miles like a living God of Wealth.
However, as the camera swept over the remaining Pokémon eggs, Miles's pupils suddenly contracted when the lens passed over an incredibly inconspicuous, dust-covered corner on the bottom shelf of the storage room.
Deep within his retinas, a purple light erupted like a supernova detonating in the dark of night, instantly tearing through all the junk data and crashing into his brain.
[Target: Pokémon Egg]
[Type: Grass]
[Species: Chikorita]
[Level: Lv. 0 (Unhatched)]
[Ability: Overgrow]
[Nature: Brave (Attack ↑ Speed ↓)]
[Base Stats Rating: B+ (Starter Potential, Boundless Potential)]
[IVs Total Rating: B+ (Excellent Potential, Outstanding among peers)]
[Fate Entry (Purple): Ancestral Blessing - This is practically a cruel joke played by the Creator! An egg of a Starter Pokémon, meant to be held in high regard, accidentally fell into the black market and was contaminated! However, instead of being destroyed by the industrial pigment, it triggered the most violent ancient imprint deep within its genes! It was born in the womb mastering a high-power inherited bloodline divine move—'Grass Whistle'!!]
Chikorita?! Inherited divine move Grass Whistle?!
'A purple Fate Entry, and it's just Grass Whistle?' Miles fell into deep thought upon seeing the panel.
'Just inheriting Grass Whistle shouldn't be worthy of a purple Fate Entry. This entry seems a bit inflated. Still, the move itself isn't bad. It can put opponents to sleep with a soothing melody. I just wonder if it can bypass a target's Substitute.'
Shaking his head, Miles didn't reveal the answer immediately. Instead, his tone turned eerie as he tested the man again. "Brother Motorcycle, does that toxic oath you swore earlier still count?"
Even if he didn't think much of the move, it was still a great top-tier find. It was easily worth tens of thousands.
"It counts! Absolutely counts! Master, if you told me to eat shit right now, I wouldn't even blink!" Brother Motorcycle nodded frantically, sweat dripping from his bald head.
"Good, then prick up your ears and listen closely."
Miles spoke like a top-tier appraiser unveiling a rare treasure. "Almost all the Pokémon eggs you've shown me so far are worthless Bellsprout industrial waste. But that single one you're holding in your hands right now..."
"Not only is it not a Bellsprout, but it's an incredibly precious Grass-type Starter Pokémon that usually requires lining up through official channels to buy—a Chikorita egg!"
Boom!!!
The moment the word "Chikorita" dropped, Brother Motorcycle petrified on the spot, and the entire stream's chat feed experienced an unprecedented, nuclear-level earthquake!
[Viewer "Late Night Cultivator": Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! Am I deaf?! Chikorita?! A Grass-type Starter?! How did a Starter egg get mixed into an underground black market workshop?! What kind of magical realism plot is this!]
[Viewer "Wild Pokémon Breeder": Theoretically, there is an extremely small probability of this happening! Normal Chikorita eggs are pale yellow-green, very similar to Bellsprout eggs! It's highly likely that when the counterfeiting ring was sweeping the wild for poaching, they accidentally mistook a stray Chikorita egg for a Bellsprout, threw it in the mix, and force-dyed it orange-red with pigment!]
[Viewer "Freeloader Squirtle": Mother of God! The Grim Reaper himself couldn't take this guy today! A thousand-dollar blind box actually yielded a Starter worth tens of thousands?! This is ten thousand times more thrilling than winning the lottery!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Snatching life from the jaws of death! True survival! Even though he spent 118,000 on those eighty-eight eggs, as long as this single Chikorita is healthy, he can recoup at least tens of thousands. He won't have to jump off a building!]
[Viewer "Broke Wage Slave": Who just said Master Miles's superpowers were on cooldown?! Come out and take your beating! Being able to pick out the sole Starter hidden among a pile of identical pigmented waste through a damn internet cable... I declare his appraisal ability the one true god of the entire internet!]
[Viewer "Canyon's Number One Simp": Even though he recouped some losses, this Chikorita was contaminated by industrial pigment. Its IV potential is definitely severely damaged. It'll probably just be a low-end pet and won't fetch a high price. He still can't fill that 118,000-dollar hole.]
Watching the screen fill with frantic comments, especially the one analyzing the "damaged potential and low price," Miles shook his head.
"Brother Motorcycle, take the egg in your hand and shine a high-powered flashlight through it!"
Not daring to hesitate for even a second, Brother Motorcycle immediately pulled out a tactical flashlight and carefully placed the Chikorita egg on top of the lens.
Pierced by the intense light, the inside of the shell was murky, but the shadow of a curled-up, robust embryo was faintly visible. One could even sense a terrifying, vigorous vitality that felt like it could burst through the shell at any moment!
"You all think it turned into waste just because it was contaminated by pigment? Dead wrong!" Miles spoke with absolute confidence.
"Did you all ignore one crucial detail? This Chikorita egg survived under those incredibly harsh conditions. That means its genetics are absolutely top-tier. Based on my deductions, it has definitely inherited an Egg Move."
Egg Move! Genetics!!
The combination of these two terms was like a hundred depth charges detonating simultaneously in the livestream. The veteran players who had just assumed the Chikorita wouldn't sell for a sky-high price suddenly felt their scalps tingle, goosebumps erupting all over their bodies!
[Viewer "Rational Analyst": This is insane!!! Completely insane!!! A Chikorita born with an Egg Move?! That's the equivalent of a newborn baby pulling up with a Machine gun! In a battle against other infant Pokémon of the same level, who could withstand a hit from an inherited move?! It's an instant one-shot kill!]
[Viewer "Veteran Breeder Old Wang": This old man bows down to Master Miles! What kind of god-tier eyesight is this?! He can even deduce the presence of a hidden inherited move inside an unhatched egg?!]
[Viewer "Midnight Heartbreak Club": Bros, I just checked the recent transaction records from the black market auction houses! A normal Chikorita hatchling goes for around tens of thousands! BUT! If it comes with a bloodline inherited divine move, its value multiplies by at least two or three times! If the move is powerful, the price absolutely skyrockets!]
[Viewer "Freeloader Squirtle": Brother Motorcycle! Stand the f*ck up! Didn't you say you were gonna die?! You might just make your hundred grand back!!! With this single cut, you've hacked your way straight from hell into the VIP lounge of heaven!]
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