"If you keep clinging to that so-called 'scientific standard' of fifty grams, you're going to starve it into severe psychological trauma and physical stress!" Miles barked.
"What are you staring at? Throw that garbage electronic scale out the window! Fill the bowl right now! At least half a basin!"
By this point, the Poochyena had long since devoured every last crumb of the pathetic sixty grams of food in its bowl. It had even desperately licked up a stray piece that had fallen into the floorboards, terrified of wasting a single calorie.
When it heard Miles shout "half a basin" through the screen, the previously snarling, ferocious Poochyena suddenly snapped its head up.
Its slitted pupils widened into perfect circles.
It stared incredulously at Miles on the screen, its vicious gaze instantly melting into a look of absolute, pure-hearted innocence—almost bordering on adorable stupidity.
Its expression seemed to scream in shock: 'Godfather?! Are you serious?! Half a basin?! I've never seen that much food in my entire life!'
Under Miles's oppressive, stern urging, the woman finally snapped out of her daze.
She hastily tossed aside the useless mini electronic scale, hoisted the heavy bag of Pokémon food, and tipped it over, sending a cascade of kibble pouring into the stainless steel basin.
However, her subconscious thriftiness and worry kicked in; after pouring out what amounted to two large scoops, she hesitated and started to stop.
"Half a basin! I said half a basin! What are you doing? That's not even enough to cover the bottom!" Miles grimaced, his teeth aching as he watched the woman mete out the food as if she were slicing off her own flesh.
"If you don't give it more, this top-tier Poochyena of yours is going to starve to death right inside its luxury doghouse tonight! Fill it up, now!"
Startled by the sheer authority in his voice, she shuddered.
Not daring to hold back anymore, she grabbed the bottom of the bag and let the food avalanche down until the large stainless steel basin was piled high with a towering mound. Only then did she stop.
There was a vivid, heartbreaking detail in this moment.
As the woman pulled the heaping basin to center it, the Poochyena's normally perked ears instantly flattened into submissive airplane ears.
It stared fixedly at the bowl, lowering its body to the floor and letting out the faintest, most pitiful whimper of begging. It was terrified that its foolish owner would change her mind and take away this mountain of food.
"Go on, eat! Eat as much as you want," Miles said, his tone finally softening as he looked at the poor Pokémon.
Receiving his permission, the starving Poochyena dove into the mountain of food like a tiger descending a mountain.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! The frantic sounds of chewing echoed through the living room.
It ate so fast and so fiercely that it choked and coughed violently several times, but it refused to stop.
As it inhaled the food, its deeply sunken belly visibly began to swell, slowly but steadily filling out. Its silver-gray fur, previously bristling like steel needles due to a severe lack of security, gradually smoothed out, flattening down as a profound sense of satisfaction washed over it.
It ate for nearly ten full minutes.
By the time two-thirds of the mountain had vanished, the Poochyena's frantic pace finally slowed. Its belly was now distended like a round little rubber ball, making its breathing somewhat heavy and lethargic.
Burp... It let out a loud, immensely satisfying belch, then stuck out its pink tongue to meticulously lick the crumbs from its muzzle.
"Alright, ma'am." Miles watched as the Poochyena's status on the system panel shifted from [Starving to Death] to [Extremely Full, Highly Satisfied].
A mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Now, reach out and pick up that bowl with the remaining third of the food. Let's see if it still bares its fangs and tries to bite clean through your wrist."
The woman swallowed hard, her heart still pounding with lingering fear. But cowed by Miles's authority, she carefully extended a trembling hand and slowly gripped the edge of the stainless steel basin.
To her utter shock, the Poochyena—which just moments ago had seemed like a man-eating beast—showed absolutely zero signs of food aggression!
Instead, it docilely took two steps back and plopped down on its haunches, its ears still folded back in that soft, submissive state.
It even gave its tail an eager, fawning wag. Its red-and-black eyes were completely clear and loyal, practically radiating the message: 'I'm full, Master. Do whatever you want.'
The jaw-dropping contrast completely shattered the so-called "vicious dog food guarding" theory.
"I-It really isn't guarding its food anymore! How did it get so good?" Overjoyed and amazed, the woman boldly reached out and ruffled the Poochyena's head.
Not only did the Pokémon not resist, but it also affectionately nuzzled its head against her palm.
"Of course it's well-behaved now that it's full! Did you honestly think it was some naturally rebellious, antisocial thug?!" Miles couldn't hold back anymore, rolling his eyes in absolute exasperation.
"It was starving out of its mind! You literally starved the poor thing into severe physical hallucinations!"
"If I only gave you half a mouthful of food a day, you'd go crazy too! If you didn't eat it, your next meal might not even exist! You call that food guarding? That's called wilderness survival!"
Miles sighed. "No, wait, it ate way too fast just now. Go get it some water, and add another two scoops while you're at it. Look at how hungry this poor kid is, it's got actual psychological trauma!"
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": LMAO! Bro had to eat fast! Anyone would snap if they didn't know when their next meal was coming!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Case closed! There are no naturally vicious, food-guarding dogs—only naturally stingy, negative-IQ owners! The Poochyena was probably wondering if today was a holiday. Or if this was its last meal before execution!]
[Viewer "Veteran Breeder Old Wang": W Streamer! Master Miles, you are practically a living god in the Pokémon world! Not only did you see through the truth at a glance, but you also saved a little life on the brink of starvation. If this lady had met you sooner, that dog wouldn't have suffered so much!]
[Viewer "Late Night No Drinking": Too real! That fawning little look in the dog's eyes after it got full was absolutely priceless! Who would have thought that a fierce-looking wolf was actually such a docile, good boy deep down!]
"Alright, prick up your ears and listen closely," Miles said, his expression turning deathly serious as he delivered his final verdict. "From now on, feed it at least half a basin every single day!"
"As it continues to grow, and especially when it evolves into a Mightyena, you have to multiply its food intake based on its actual skeletal size and build!"
"If I ever catch you using that trash scale to weigh out a pitiful few dozen grams again, I guarantee you—not only will it bite you, but the Pokémon Alliance will be knocking on your door to arrest you!"
"I understand, Master Miles! I swear I'll never listen to the nonsense of those unscrupulous merchants again! It's so sweet now, I can even feed it treats directly from my hand!" The woman was completely immersed in the overwhelming joy of her Poochyena's newly affectionate, clingy nature.
Little did she realize that she herself had been the sole culprit behind all its previous suffering.
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. Buy some highly nutritious canned meat to help it recover, and stop torturing it with that stupid electronic scale." Shaking his head helplessly, Miles decisively disconnected the call.
The right side of the screen instantly went black, but the chat was still fully engrossed in the absurd case of the starving dog.
The chat feed scrolled wildly like falling snow, filled with condemnation for the oddball owner's lack of common sense and the profit-driven, black-hearted merchant who had misled her.
[Viewer "Late Night No Drinking": I'm seriously done with that woman. Feeding a twenty-pound Poochyena sixty grams and then trying to snatch it back from its mouth? That is a suffocating level of stupidity beyond carbon-based comprehension! If Master Miles wasn't cooking today, that top-tier Poochyena would have been literally starved into depression or stress-induced murder!]
[Viewer "Hardcore Data Analyst": This is a classic case of blindly trusting so-called 'scientific feeding' at the expense of basic common sense. Any Pokémon's food intake should be dynamically adjusted based on its base stats, developmental stage, and daily EVs. That rigid, fixed-gram feeding method is a total lie fabricated by black-hearted breeding facilities to control costs and stunt growth!]
[Viewer "Curious Trainer": Master Miles's scolding at the end was so satisfying! It cleared my pores! This is exactly why we need truly professional appraisers and breeders, not those internet clout-chasers who teach people how to abuse their pets. The Master didn't just save a dog today; he saved a person, too!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": I strongly advise anyone who is raising or planning to raise a Pokémon to learn some basic biology! If you notice a sudden change in your Pokémon's temperament, immediately find a professional doctor or an expert like Master Miles to appraise it. Do not just guess blindly!]
[Viewer "Wingless Runaway Fairy": Watching that Poochyena wag its tail to please her after getting full absolutely melted my heart. Dark-type Pokémon are actually incredibly loyal to their trainers deep down. All their ferocity is just a means to survive in harsh environments. That lady better treat it well from now on!]
[Viewer "Market Insider": This old man's horizons have been broadened yet again today. This stream isn't just about rare and exotic beasts; it showcases the myriad facets of life and the absurdity of the human heart. Master Miles's eyes see through not only the mortal flesh of Pokémon, but also the stupidity and greed hidden in the details of their owners!]
[Viewer "Midnight Heartbreak Club": Alright, alright, the Poochyena thing is over, and the dog is full. Master Miles, hurry up! It's time for the final call of the afternoon! I've already got my snacks and drinks ready. I'm just waiting for tonight's grand finale!]
Watching the discussion slowly settle down in the chat feed, Miles picked up the thermos from his desk and took a slow sip of warm water to soothe his dry throat.
"Alright, chat. The world is a vast place full of strange things. Raising a Pokémon is like raising a child; it doesn't leave any room for carelessness. I hope that negative example just now sounded an alarm for all of you."
He set down the cup, resting his long fingers on his mouse. His gaze swept over the lengthy list of connection requests in the background, a relaxed smile curving his lips. "Okay, enough chit-chat. Let's see which lucky viewer gets to catch the last train of today's stream."
The cursor drifted casually down the list before locking onto a user ID named Never Skunked Fishing.
"I choose you, fishing bro," Miles said, clicking accept.
Beep—!
[System Notification: You have accepted the connection request from user "Never Skunked Fishing"!]
[Video Connection Successfully Established!]
Accompanied by the crisp notification chime, the right side of the screen flickered with brief static before suddenly flashing to life.
However, when the image finally cleared for Miles and his viewers, an incredibly bizarre, chilling, and even downright terrifying atmosphere instantly flooded out from the screen!
The environment displayed in the video was the edge of an extremely desolate, wild lake.
Even though it was still afternoon, the weather seemed abysmal. Heavy, leaden clouds piled up in the sky, completely blotting out the sunlight.
The entire landscape was cast in a gloomy, grayish pallor, giving off the oppressive vibe of an impending dusk. The lake was so vast that the opposite shore couldn't be seen. The water was a dark, inky green—dead, stagnant, and entirely devoid of even the slightest ripple from a breeze.
Sitting in front of a cluster of withered yellow reeds by the lake was a man.
He had a pale, clean complexion, looking every bit the greenhorn who spent all year sitting in a sunless office. He wore a wide-brimmed outdoor sun hat and an ill-fitting fishing outfit. He looked completely out of place in this dark, eerie wilderness.
[Viewer "Midnight Heartbreak Club": Holy crap! Why did the art style suddenly change?! One second it's a cozy indoor family drama, and the next it's a wilderness suspense thriller?! Why is the lake water so green it looks black? Just looking at it makes my scalp tingle!]
[Viewer "Just Want to Play With Squirtle": Oh, so it's a fishing bro. He even named himself 'Never Skunked Fishing.' But looking at his pale skin without a single trace of UV exposure, he's definitely a total newbie!]
[Viewer "Crazy Brother Motorcycle": Bro! The fishing spot you chose is way too isolated! This is clearly an undeveloped wild reservoir or lake! The water in these places is unfathomably deep, and it's extremely easy for massive, highly aggressive wild Water-type Pokémon to live there! You're fishing with your life!]
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Oh my god, it's a bright, sunny day over here, why does it look like a torrential downpour is about to hit on his end? This spooky atmosphere... I can feel a cold draft creeping up my pant legs right through the screen!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Solo fishing in the wild is extremely dangerous! If you run into incredibly territorial beasts like a Gyarados or Crawdaunt, you won't even get the chance to cry for help! Bro, listen to us, pack up your rod and run. That place is bad news! RIP to that guy if he stays.]
[Viewer "Market Insider": When things are abnormal, demons are afoot. This old man has fished for thirty years, and waters like this—dead still without a single ripple or even the sound of a bird—usually hide great terrors! The calmer the surface, the heavier the killing intent below!]
[Viewer "Rational Analyst": Is this guy out here doing an outdoor ghost-hunting stream on purpose? Master Miles runs a proper appraisal stream, how did this outdoor daredevil get connected?]
Seeing the chat feed flooded with worry and shock, Miles raised an eyebrow. The environment of this remote wilderness truly exuded a pervasive, unnatural gloom.
"Good afternoon, streamer. Can you hear me?" The fishing bro on the other side kept his voice low as he greeted him. His tone was dry, carrying a very distinct, unmistakable tremble.
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