"Holy—!"
That was the last thing ChadPumpsIron managed to shout.
"BAM!!!"
A heavy, dull impact rang out — the the sound of a skill making intimate contact with flesh.
That brutal, full-force chop landed squarely across the man's lower back and butt.
This was a Fighting-type Pokemon with immense strength, after all!
The screen shook violently.
The mountain of muscle who'd just been bragging about being a "strict father" was sent flying like a kicked sandbag. Both feet left the ground as he pitched forward two full meters before slamming face-first onto a yoga mat.
"AAAGH—my back!!"
Clutching his lower spine, the big guy writhed on the floor, teeth bared in agony. "You ungrateful brat! You actually hit me?!"
His phone tumbled to the ground, the camera tilting sideways.
Perfectly framing the culprit — his
Machop.
Any trace of "good son" was gone.
Arms folded, Machop looked down at its rolling owner from above, snorting a puff of white breath. Its eyes brimmed with contempt.
As if saying: I've tolerated you long enough. If I tell you to train, you train. Why all the whining?
"Help! I'm done for! Somebody get over here! My Machop's gone rogue!"
The gym descended into chaos. Several trainers rushed in at the screams — some releasing Machoke, others Onix. After a frantic struggle, they finally dragged away the Machop, which was still trying to stomp its owner a few more times.
The livestream chat fell into deathly silence.
Those twenty-odd viewers who'd been spamming "script" and "scammer" earlier were all frozen.
They'd just watched a tragic case of "father and son" bonding turn into attempted murder in real time.
No one had died — but that hit looked excruciating.
A full thirty seconds passed before the barrage of comments erupted like a volcano.
[KindergartenSnackKing: H-holy crap?! It really hit him?! That Machop went for the kill! What a temper!]
[Fawn in the Woods: Oh my god… this is what the streamer meant by rebellious bone?! One second loving father-son, next second sent flying with one slap?! That was insanely accurate!]
[RandomGuy: Streamer… no, Master! You're unreal! You called everything! That's not a Pokemon — that's a rage monster!]
[PopcornEater: I'm dying "Protruding jawline visible from behind"… this Machop really does have rebellion written all over it!]
…
Logan Moore watched the scrolling chat and let out a slow breath, the corner of his mouth lifting in a knowing smile.
He took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and addressed the camera calmly.
"I told you. Machop with this kind of physiognomy are born hot-tempered. They can't tolerate the slightest grievance."
"Bro insisted on acting out some father-son bonding and even patted its head. That's basically lighting a fuse on a powder keg."
"This is what they call — indulgence breeds disaster; rebellion wounds its master. Hope his back's okay. After all, if you train the bod but not the core, you'll end up writhing on the floor."
He paused, eyes sweeping over the livestream stats.
Viewers online: 108.
One single call-in had quintupled his audience. And the chat atmosphere had completely flipped — from skepticism to shock and reverence.
First shot fired.
Meanwhile, the gym chaos settled slightly. Supported by two coworkers, the self-proclaimed ChadPumpsIron hobbled back into frame, grimacing.
His face was pale, sweat dripping down his temples. Not a trace remained of his earlier arrogance.
He shakily righted the phone stand and looked at Logan on screen. The doubt in his eyes was gone — replaced by awe and lingering fear, like he was staring at some kind of oracle.
Then, before over a hundred viewers—
This six-foot-plus mass of muscle clasped his hands together respectfully and bowed deeply to the screen.
"Master! I won't call you streamer anymore — you're the real deal!"
His voice trembled, relief bleeding through. "I'm convinced. Completely! If you hadn't shouted just now telling me not to move… if I'd bent down to pick up that dumbbell and exposed the back of my head…"
He shuddered.
"That chop wouldn't have landed on my butt — it would've been my neck, right?"
Just imagining it made him break into a cold sweat.
That could've killed him.
Logan sat calmly, took another sip of water, and spoke as if nothing unusual had happened.
"Lucky you. My shout stopped you. Your back took a hit, but you kept your life."
"Yes, yes! Thank you for saving me, Master! I was blind earlier — even trash-talking you in chat. I'm scum!"
Regret twisted across the man's face. Enduring the pain in his back, he asked miserably, "But Master… I still don't understand. I've treated this Machop well!"
"Best food, best care. I never abused it. Why would it suddenly attack me? Is it really like you said — some kind of rebellious bone?"
That question hung in the air for everyone watching.
All eyes turned to Logan for an explanation.
He set down his cup and tapped the desk lightly. Instead of mentioning the medical term only he could see — hyper-aggression syndrome — he maintained his mystic-expert persona.
"I said before — it's a matter of bone structure."
"Your Machop has rear-set cheekbones and a ferocious gaze. That's the natural mark of rebellion. Pokemon like this have 'violence' and 'defiance' written into their genes."
"In its worldview, there's no warmth or bonds — only strength and weakness."
"You raised it like a son, joked around with it. That only made you look weak. And that head-pat just now…"
He sighed.
"That was the final straw."
He delivered his verdict.
"Take my advice. This Machop is beyond you. It's a bloodthirsty blade by nature — not a household pet."
"Either send it to a specialized Fighting-type gym, where professional fighters can suppress it with absolute strength and drain its energy through high-intensity training—"
"Or deal with it sooner rather than later."
ChadPumpsIron nodded frantically, sweat pouring.
"Got it! I get it! I wouldn't dare keep a rebellious brat like that another day!"
He grit his teeth, anger flashing. "Damn it — I paid five hundred thousand for it at an 'Elite Breeding Center.' They said top-tier, gentle temperament!"
"Top-tier my ass — it's a top-tier killer!"
"Master, I've gotta go. My back's killing me — I need X-rays."
"After the hospital, I'm taking the receipt straight back to that breeder for a refund."
"Tenfold compensation minimum! This is fraud!"
He winced through the pain and tapped his screen.
[System Notice: User "ChadPumpsIron" has followed the streamer!]
"Master, followed! I'll be here every stream! Once I sort this mess out, I'll come back and send Super Chats to apologize!"
"Beep—"
The call disconnected.
As the man vanished, the tension in chat eased — then instantly detonated into a flood.
If anyone still suspected staging before, that on-site assault plus the man's very real suffering had shattered all doubt.
[Kindergarten Food Theif: …I kneel. This streamer is legit. One glance through a screen can save a life?!]
[RandomGuy: Terrifying. I can't forget that Machop's eyes. If the streamer hadn't shouted… that dude might be in a wheelchair forever.]
[PopcornEater: This isn't Pokemon appraisal — this is fortune-telling ,Lmao. Master, accept me as you deciple!]
[I Love Rattata: Is this the legendary "one look decides fate"?! Followed!!]
Logan watched his skyrocketing follower count and the steady +1, +1 increments of fame points in his system panel. Satisfaction curved his lips.
First battle: victory.
The power of the Pokemon Appraisal System exceeded even his expectations.
And wrapping "data" in the shell of "mysticism" clearly made for incredible livestream content.
"Alright. First client resolved. Hope his back's okay."
Logan turned the page lightly, gaze returning to the viewer list. His voice carried a lazy, magnetic warmth.
"So — which of you wants their fate revealed next?"
The moment the words fell—
A comment leapt up instantly. The previously silent observer, now completely converted: Fawn in the Woods.
[Fawn in the Woods: Master, Master! Me! Please! I shouldn't have doubted you before!]
Still shaken from what she'd just witnessed, the girl's excitement practically radiated through the text.
[Fawn in the Woods: I want you to look at my Pokemon too! It's not as dangerous as that Machop… but it's driving me insane! If you can solve my problem, I'll send huge donations!]
Logan glanced at the ID — and the avatar showing an innocent-looking Oddish.
"Driving you insane?"
His brow lifted slightly, amusement flickering inside.
One nearly beaten to death. One nearly driven mad.
Today's "fated clients" were certainly full of surprises.
"Sure."
He adjusted his posture and gave the camera a gentle, reassuring smile.
"Since Ms. Fawn in the Woods is so sincere — let's connect."