His finger tapped lightly against the screen.
[System Prompt: Establishing connection...]
More than a hundred viewers in the livestream held their breath.
The tragedy of "Machop chopping its trainer" was still fresh in everyone's mind. They were all waiting to see what insane reveal this newly crowned "Munchlax Master" would pull off next.
"Beep—"
The call connected.
The video feed lit up.
But the moment the image on the right side of the screen appeared, not just Logan Moore—even the entire chat froze.
This was way too... hardcore.
Instead of the peaceful, forest-aesthetic girl holding a Grass-type Pokemon everyone had imagined, what appeared on screen was someone wrapped up like a biohazard containment worker.
The background was a tiny studio apartment. Every crack in the windows had been sealed with thick strips of yellow industrial tape. A soaked towel was stuffed under the door.
And "Fawn in the Woods" herself was wearing a bulky disposable medical hazmat suit, along with a full-on gas mask—complete with a heavy-duty filter canister. The only thing visible were her bloodshot, despair-filled eyes.
If not for the livestream title, viewers might've thought they'd accidentally tuned into Chernobyl cleanup footage.
"Waaaah... Master... please save me..."
Her voice came muffled through the gas mask, thick and distorted, like it was coming from underwater.
"Please take a look at her... I'm seriously at my breaking point! Tell me— is my Oddish hopeless? Is the only way for me to survive... to throw her away?"
As the camera shook, it finally pointed toward the corner of the room.
There sat a delicate little nest lined with soft padding. It was clear the owner had once put real care into setting it up.
But now, curled up inside was a trembling Oddish.
She stood about half a meter tall. The five leaves on her head, which should've been upright and vibrant green, drooped like frostbitten plants.
Her ruby-red eyes were filled with grievance, insecurity, and quiet fear.
She seemed to know she was being disliked. She tried to shrink herself into the smallest ball possible, even keeping her breathing shallow, afraid of upsetting her trainer.
It was both absurd and heartbreaking.
The chat exploded.
[Kindergarten Food Theif: What the hell is this getup? Cosplaying Breaking Bad or something?]
[PopcornEater: Isn't this overkill? It's just an Oddish. Yeah, it's Grass/Poison-type, but they're basically harmless weeds. Since when are they biological weapons?]
[RandomGuy: Miss, you're exaggerating. Oddish doesn't even have stink glands. It only smells after it evolves into Gloom. Yours hasn't evolved yet. Why are you acting like there's a toxic leak? Placebo effect much?]
Right then, an especially obnoxious comment drifted across the screen in flashy rainbow text.
[TrollKing99 (LV.5): Haha, scripted. Totally scripted! Last round you hired some musclehead to fake a sob story. Now it's Resident Evil with a girl? Oddish can't stink. Streamer's so desperate for views he's throwing dignity out the window. Think we're idiots?]
The user TrollKing99 was clearly a veteran L spammer. He jumped straight to accusations.
Logan glanced at the comment but didn't rush to respond.
His gaze pierced through the screen, through the layers of protective gear, locking firmly onto the trembling Oddish in the corner.
"Activate Pokemon Appraisal."
He muttered it in his mind.
Buzz—
Streams of data flowed across his vision again.
The first thing to pop up was the [Basic Data Panel].
[Target: Oddish (Growth Stage)]
[Type: Grass/Poison]
[Gender: Female]
[Level: LV.21 (Has reached evolution threshold)]
[Ability: Chlorophyll (Speed doubles under sunlight)]
[Nature: Reserved (Sp. Atk↑ Attack↓; calm, non-confrontational, thoughtful)]
[Moves: Acid, Poison Powder, Mega Drain (Inherited)]
[Total Individual Values (IVs): S (One in ten thousand! Both Special Attack and Special Defense have reached species limits!)]
"Whoa!"
Logan couldn't help exclaiming internally.
S-rank Individual Values!
This was the first S-rank Pokemon he'd seen since transmigrating into this world.
And she had inherited Mega Drain too.
With this kind of setup, any rookie trainer would raise her as their core ace.
But…
Why did her trainer think she smelled so bad she needed to be thrown away?
Logan's eyes shifted downward to the most critical section—[God-Tier Insight].
When he saw the two Fate Strands glowing with strange light, the corners of his lips curved upward uncontrollably.
Case closed.
This wasn't a "bioweapon."
This was a buried treasure.
[God-Tier Appraisal · In-Depth Analysis]
[Current Status: Toxic Fermentation / Self-Suppression — The root cause of the "odor"! This Oddish is exceptionally gifted. The Poison-type energy inside her is immense and incredibly pure. However, due to her Reserved nature and her love for her trainer, she sensed that her trainer dislikes poison-related smells. So she desperately suppresses herself, trying to lock the toxins inside her body—like a pressure cooker with the valve sealed shut. The more she suppresses it, the more the toxins ferment internally. The occasional leaks are highly concentrated "toxic gas."]
[Fate Strand (Gray): Abandoned Weed (If discarded, she will die heartbroken. Her corpse will turn into a toxic swamp, leaving nothing growing within ten miles.)]
[Fate Strand (Gold): Fragrance Queen (Extremes reverse! From rock bottom comes rebirth! She is a born "toxicology master." The toxins inside her are not filthy waste, but the purest plant essence. Once she evolves and breaks free from the shackles of self-suppression, she will awaken the unique ability: [Fragrance Conversion]. She can transform deadly toxins into a divine aroma capable of healing all things and soothing souls! That scent will be priceless—beyond any fortune.)]
After reading everything, Logan wasn't just confident—he almost wanted to slam the table in disbelief.
What a waste of talent!
This girl was actually thinking of throwing away a future Fragrance Queen?
That was no different from tossing an unclaimed five-million lottery ticket into the trash.
"Ahem."
Logan cleared his throat and looked at the "gas mask girl" still on the verge of tears.
"Your Oddish isn't ordinary."
Fawn in the Woods didn't look happy at the praise. Instead, her expression grew even more conflicted.
"Y-Yes... my school teacher said the same thing. Said she's S-rank material."
She sighed heavily, helplessness filling her voice.
"But Master... what's the point of being good? You say she's amazing, but honestly... I've been thinking about giving her up!"
The chat erupted again.
[Kindergarten Food Theif: Giving her up? You're throwing away an S-rank Pokemon? Are you insane? If you don't want her, give her to me!]
[PopcornEater: That's such a waste! An S-rank seed like that—once she evolves into Gloom, she'd be a main-team powerhouse!]
[TrollKing99: Haha, the script is getting ridiculous. Who throws away an S-rank Pokemon? Trying to flex in the weirdest way possible.]
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