[Fate Entry (Gray): Starving Ghost Reincarnation - If the current situation persists, it will consume highly toxic heavy metal waste (such as discarded batteries and chemical residue) within seven days due to extreme hunger. This will ultimately result in stomach perforation and heavy metal poisoning, leading to an agonizing death.]
Seeing this entry, a cold sweat instantly soaked Miles's back.
No wonder the little guy had been gnawing on the alarm clock's battery just a moment ago!
Then came the second entry.
It was a golden light so dazzling he couldn't look directly at it, like a sun rising from the ruins to pierce through its gloomy destiny:
[Fate Entry (Gold): Gluttony Godhead - Extreme misfortune turns into ultimate fortune; finding life in the face of certain death! In its desperation, its stomach has evolved into a conceptual "furnace." As long as it is provided with sufficiently high-level energy ingredients—including but not limited to rare ores (such as Evolution Stone fragments), high-energy Berries, or even special energy crystals—it can sublimate the very concept of "eating"! It is no longer bound by base stats and can infinitely stack its physical strength and energy reserves through devouring! ]
Miles gasped, feeling as if an electric current had shot right through him.
A tingling sensation rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
"Gluttony Godhead... infinite stacking..." he muttered, staring blankly at the little Pokémon that was currently sucking on its own fingers.
How was this a useless trash Pokémon?
This was clearly a mythical beast of gluttony wearing sheep's clothing!
The previous owner's poverty and the resulting starvation had, by some twisted stroke of luck, helped it complete a cruel yet heaven-defying biological modification.
A normal Munchlax just ate a lot, slept soundly, and had a high HP pool.
But this little Munchlax, armed with the [Gluttony Godhead], could eat diamonds like jellybeans and chew steel plates like biscuits—provided Miles could afford the resources.
"I hit the jackpot... I really hit the jackpot this time!"
Miles felt his hands trembling slightly.
He crouched down to meet the Munchlax at eye level.
"Little guy," Miles said gently yet firmly, reaching out to pinch the loose skin of its emaciated belly. "Starting today, we're done eating plain steamed buns. I'm going to feed you meat, the highest quality Pokéblocks, and maybe even... gold!"
Munchlax had no idea what gold was, but it definitely understood the word "meat."
Its eyes instantly lit up like two glowing lightbulbs, and a glistening trail of drool slipped from the corner of its mouth.
"Munch! Lax!" (Eat meat! Boss! The boss is going to be rich!)
Miles stood back up, all previous confusion and despair swept from his eyes.
With his System and this "God of Gluttony" with infinite potential, what did a few hundred bucks in rent matter?
What did the humiliation of being kicked out by his former livestreaming guild matter?
It was all bullshit.
Outside the window, the rain seemed to have finally stopped.
He checked the time on his phone: 7:10 AM.
"Time to stream!"
Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his battered phone stand, pointed the camera at himself and Munchlax, and firmly tapped the "Start Stream" button.
[Pokémon Appraisal: Seeing through past and present lives! Free appraisals, full compensation if inaccurate! I'll swallow a Poké Ball live on camera if I'm wrong!]
This arrogant, wildly exaggerated title stood out like a sore thumb in the quiet, early morning livestream directory.
Combined with the platform's meager traffic boost for new streamers, it only took five minutes for a sparse crowd of about a dozen people to trickle into the room.
Naturally, almost all of them were trolls lured in by the clickbait, ready to flame the host.
Sparse comments began to float across the screen.
[Viewer "Kindergarten Rice Snatcher": Bro is capping hard! Seeing through past lives? Who do you think you are, a Gardevoir? Swallowing a Poké Ball? Sounds like you're just trying to scam free meals!]
[Viewer "Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter": Munchlax appraisal? Is that it? The little Munchlax next to the streamer is practically skin and bones. You can't even take care of your own Pokémon, and you're out here appraising others? LMAO! Go find a real job!]
[Viewer "Fawn in the Woods": Uh... The streamer is pretty handsome, but this is total clickbait. This is obviously a scamming charlatan. GG, let's just leave.]
Miles watched the doubtful, outright malicious chat feed with zero emotion.
In the past, he might have panicked, frantically trying to explain himself or begging for followers.
But now, with his cheat ability in hand, he was completely confident.
He cleared his throat and offered the camera a mysterious, composed smile.
It was a look of total control, mixed with a hint of casual amusement.
"Good morning, chat. I know what you're all questioning," he began, casually grabbing Munchlax and holding it up to the lens like a display model.
The little guy was perfectly docile, too busy licking its fingers to care.
It even let out a cooperative, loud burp right at the camera.
"You think I'm too young, you think my Pokémon is malnourished, and you think I'm full of hot air. But you're wrong about one thing. My Munchlax isn't starving. This is a special 'Extreme Endurance Training Method' designed to stimulate its hidden potential. But never mind, it's too high-level for you guys to grasp anyway. Let's do something real."
Miles narrowed his eyes, locking onto the ID [Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter].
This guy had been the loudest troll in the room.
Judging by his profile picture—a muscular fitness bro—and the faint glimpse of a gray arm in his background, Miles had a target.
"That brother called 'Iron-Blooded.' You seem like a straight shooter," Miles challenged. "Since you don't believe me, do you dare to hop on a mic connection? I'll appraise your Pokémon for free. If I'm wrong, I'll eat my keyboard live on stream. But if I'm right..."
Miles trailed off, a meaningful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "If I'm right, you might just be thanking me for saving your life."
The twenty or so people in the room instantly blew up.
[Viewer "Kindergarten Rice Snatcher": Holy crap, the streamer is arrogant! He's taking him head-on!]
[Viewer "Fawn in the Woods": Saving his life? Why does it sound so mysterious? NGL I want to watch! Are scammers this dedicated nowadays?]
The user [Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter] clearly had a short temper and immediately fired back in the chat.
[Viewer "Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter": Trying to provoke me? Fine! I'm a fitness coach and a veteran Trainer! I spent a fortune buying my Machop from an official Breeder. It's got three perfect IVs! I want to see what kind of BS you can spit out! Accept the request!]
Ding!
The connection went through, splitting the phone screen in half.
On the right side of the screen appeared a shirtless, heavily sweating, muscular man.
The background revealed a fully equipped gym.
He had clearly just finished a morning workout and was practically radiating testosterone.
Standing perfectly still by the bench press rack next to him was a gray, humanoid Pokémon—a Machop.
It was half a head taller than a typical Machop, with muscle definition so sharp it looked like it was carved from stone.
Its gray skin gleamed with a metallic sheen.
However, its red eyes lacked the lively spark usually found in its species; instead, they emanated a chilling, dead, and ferocious aura.
"This is my partner, Machop!" Iron-Blooded patted the Pokémon's shoulder proudly, even flexing to show off his own biceps. "See these muscle lines? See that look in its eyes? That's what you call dominating! Go ahead, streamer. Make up a story. I want to see you try!"
[Viewer "Fawn in the Woods": Wow, that Machop is so buff. I feel like it could kill me with one punch...]
[Viewer "Kindergarten Rice Snatcher": The quality on that thing really is top-tier. Looks like the streamer just kicked a steel plate. RIP.]
Miles didn't say a word.
The moment the video connection was established, his Appraisal Eye had automatically locked onto the target.
Across his retinas, a stream of data began to frantically refresh.