[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Pfft hahaha!!! Sorry! I couldn't hold it in! A Bellsprout?! A thousand bucks for a Bellsprout egg?! This weed Pokémon that you could blindly step on three of in the wild is actually being worshipped like a Charmander?!]
[Viewer "Iron-Blooded Iron Lifter": Absolute overkill! Master Miles's appraisal is straight-up adding insult to injury! Downgrading directly from a Charmander to a Bellsprout is a steeper drop than jumping off Mount Everest!]
[Viewer "Curious Trainer": Wait! That's not right! This defies biological common sense! Bellsprout is a Grass and Poison-type Pokémon. Because their eggs contain chlorophyll, they should definitely be yellow-green or dark green! How could it be this bright orange-red?! Did Master Miles actually make a mistake this time?!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Holmes": You hit the nail on the head! The colors don't match at all! Did the Bellsprout undergo a genetic mutation in the womb and become a Fire-type?!]
Let alone the chat, even Brother Motorcycle, the man at the center of the storm, was flushed red.
He angrily held up the orange-red egg and practically roared at the screen. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Master Miles, even if you want to find an excuse to brush me off, don't use a reason that insults people's intelligence!"
"Look at this color! Look at this pattern! Where the hell does this look yellow-green?! How could this be a Bellsprout egg?!"
Faced with Brother Motorcycle's hysterical questioning and a chat feed flooded with accusations of him defying scientific common sense, Miles remained unfazed.
His gaze carried a profound depth, as if he could see through all the deceit in the world.
"The colors don't match? You think it defies biological common sense?"
Miles sneered, ruthlessly tearing away the black market counterfeiters' final fig leaf. "Brother, you're too naive. Do you really think the colors of nature can't be altered?"
"Let me make this perfectly clear! During the spawning period, those unscrupulous black market counterfeiters fed the mother [Victreebel] or [Weepinbell] a massive, long-term diet of feed laced with high-concentration industrial [Canthaxanthin] and pigments extracted from Fire-type Berries!"
"Unable to fully digest these pigments, the mothers pass them down to the eggs through their nutrients, causing a severe buildup on the surface of these innocent eggshells!"
Miles leaned into the microphone. "It's the equivalent of forcefully wrapping a yellow-green Bellsprout egg in an orange-red 'Charmander Camouflage Suit'!"
Miles's hardcore, forensic-level breakdown of the counterfeiters' methods plunged the entire livestream into a deathly silence.
In that moment, everyone felt the chilling terror of the illicit supply chain hidden deep within the underground black market. Forcefully altering the eggshell color of the next generation with industrial pigments just to fleece buyers for a massive markup—the sheer cruelty of it was outrageous.
"Im... Impossible... How could he dare do this..."
Brother Motorcycle stared blankly at the 'Charmander egg' he had treated like a priceless treasure, his pupils trembling violently.
Miles's impeccable logic was like a sharp knife, mercilessly shredding the man's delusions.
"Brother, even if you got scammed over a Bellsprout egg, you're only out a thousand bucks. Just treat it as paying tuition for a life lesson."
Miles looked at the ashen-faced Brother Motorcycle, a fleeting trace of pity in his eyes. However, his next words carried a chilling implication.
"But... that's only my deduction based on this single sample."
Miles leaned forward slightly, his tone darkening. "Unless..."
"...Unless you bought more than just this one egg from that shady stall!"
"If that stall had a large batch of these pigment-polluted 'Charmander eggs,' then it's absolutely certain you walked right into a pig-butchering scam specially prepared for 'smart' bargain hunters like you!"
Upon hearing this, Brother Motorcycle—who had been mourning his lost thousand bucks just moments ago—stiffened, as if he had been electrocuted.
His small, bloodshot eyes instantly lost their focus, and a fine layer of cold sweat visibly broke out across his gleaming bald head.
"It's over... I'm ruined..."
Brother Motorcycle's lips trembled as he muttered in absolute despair, his voice thick with endless terror and regret.
Miles's eyebrow twitched at the reaction, a strange expression crossing his face. "Your reaction is a bit much... You didn't actually let yourself get completely fleeced, did you? Exactly how many eggs did you buy?!"
Under the horrified gaze of tens of thousands of viewers, Brother Motorcycle slowly turned his phone camera around, aiming it at a dimly lit corner of his warehouse that had previously been obscured by clutter.
"Ma... Master..."
Brother Motorcycle wailed, his psychological defenses utterly shattered. His legs gave way, and he dropped to the freezing concrete floor with a heavy thud.
"I... I thought I had stumbled onto the clearance bargain of a lifetime..."
"I bought out my friend's entire stall... A full eighty-eight eggs! I bought every last one of them!!!"
Eighty-eight eggs!!!
As Brother Motorcycle's trembling hands panned the camera across the warehouse corner, a massive, mountain-like stack of constant-temperature incubators came into full view.
Inside each incubator quietly rested a Pokémon egg emitting an eerie, orange-red luster.
Bathed in the dim basement lighting, the eighty-eight eggs looked like a burning sea of fire, radiating a sense of absurdity and madness that made viewers' scalps tingle.
After a brief, dead silence, the entire livestream erupted in an explosive frenzy!
The platform's servers seemed to buckle under the sudden, massive influx of data. The chat feed lagged for a split second before violently erupting, scrolling at a speed impossible for the naked eye to track.
[Viewer "Late Night No Drinking": Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! Eighty-eight eggs?! My fucking eyeballs are about to pop out! This guy went all in and bought out the scammer's entire inventory?!]
[Viewer "Freeloader Squirtle": Eighty-eight Bellsprout eggs?! Hahaha, save me! With that many, bro, you're not trying to flip a profit, you're trying to open a vegetarian salad bar in your living room!]
[Viewer "Raging Raichu": Bankrupt! He is literally bankrupt! If they were a thousand bucks each, that's nearly ninety thousand bucks! Ninety grand for a pile of Bellsprouts you could trip over in the wild?!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Greed is a deadly blade! Bro thought he was stocking up to scalp Charmanders, but the black market boss probably bought an overnight train ticket out of town. The scammer must've laughed so hard...his molars must have cracked!]
[Viewer "Wingless Runaway Fairy": Incredible! This stream is making my blood pressure spike! First, we had that runaway fairy who spent four thousand on a free-range bird afraid of heights, and now Brother Motorcycle drops a fortune on eighty-eight potted plants! W Streamer, this channel is a magnet for massive suckers!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Holmes": Crazy... Absolutely crazy! Using industrial dyes to artificially change the shell color just to fleece people for a hundred-times markup?! That kind of psychotic method isn't something a human would do!]
[Viewer "Rational Analyst": It's terrifying when you think about it! This is next-level biological counterfeiting! Streamer Miles's analysis is a complete class act! Unless you're a top-tier expert deeply versed in the underlying logic of Pokémon breeding, it's impossible to see through a physical disguise baked in from the womb!]
[Viewer "Midnight Heartbreak Club": No wonder a veteran of the blind box market like Brother Motorcycle tripped up. This naturally deposited pigmentation can't be washed off with normal solvents. It looks identical to the real deal. It's impossible to guard against!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Brother Motorcycle, just take the L. Streamer Miles's logic is bulletproof. Your 88,000 bucks have gone straight down the drain. You got slaughtered like a fattened pig.]
Faced with the collective horror and barrage of questions from his chat, Miles's expression didn't waver in the slightest.
His deep eyes reflected the 'orange-red sea of fire' displayed on the screen, his lips curling into a cold, mocking sneer aimed directly at the underground black market.
"Brother Motorcycle, tell me something first. Exactly how much money did you sink into these eighty-eight eggs?"
Miles's voice rang out through the silent stream, carrying the weight of a judge's final cross-examination.
"The cheapest ones were a thousand bucks... The ones with deeper patterns that looked higher quality, that black-hearted bastard coaxed me into paying fifteen hundred, even two thousand for..."
Brother Motorcycle lay slumped on the ground, his fingers clawing at his scalp. His voice was as hoarse as grinding sandpaper.
"I thought I was helping out a friend's business. We knew each other, he'd even been to my house. I figured since we were close, he'd never scam me. I thought he was looking out for me."
"Between his sweet-talking and the 'clearance sale' pitch, the blood rushed to my head. I maxed out all my cards and even took out high-interest online payday loans to cover the rest..."
"All in all, it cost me a full 118,000 bucks!!!"
118,000 bucks!
The moment that blood-soaked number dropped, the viewers who had just been ruthlessly mocking him couldn't help but gasp.
In this day and age, for an ordinary family, that was a catastrophic amount of money—more than enough to utterly ruin a household.
"118,000 bucks... just to buy a pile of Bellsprouts that no one would even glance at if you dumped them on the street outside the flower and bird market..."
Brother Motorcycle stared blankly at the eighty-eight 'Charmander eggs' that he had bet his very livelihood on.
All the strength drained from his body in an instant. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, his lips trembling violently.
Miles's surgical dissection of the truth had mercilessly shredded his every delusion.
118,000 bucks! It wasn't just a small sum; it was every last chip he had staked on turning his life around!
Suddenly, like a drowning man clutching at straws, Brother Motorcycle lunged at his phone screen.
His eyes were bloodshot, tears and snot smearing across his face as he wailed desperately at Miles.
"Master Miles! You're a living god! You have connections! I'm begging you, please have mercy and help me!"
"That 118,000... I took it from our fixed deposit behind my wife's back! It was supposed to pay the mortgage and cover my kid's tuition for next semester!"
"I just wanted to hit it big and give them a surprise! Now our entire life savings are gone, and I can't even pay off the payday loans! How am I supposed to face my wife and kid?! I might as well be dead!"
He pressed his forehead to the ground. "Master! Please help me contact the authorities, or at least help me pick out a few good ones! As long as I can just make my money back, I'll work like a dog for you!"
Seeing Brother Motorcycle crying so pitifully, attempting to emotionally blackmail the streamer by bringing up his wife and child, many of the softer-hearted viewers began to waver.
[Viewer "Gentle Nurse Joy": Oh my god, he used his kid's tuition... Even though his gambling is awful, he's still the breadwinner for his family. If he really ends it all, what will his wife and kid do? Master Miles, you're so capable. Why don't you show some mercy and see if there are any eggs in that batch of eighty-eight that can help him recoup his losses?]
[Viewer "Overly Affectionate Meowth": Yeah, yeah, seeing him cry so miserably is breaking my heart. Master, just help him out! Mercy is the highest form of worship.]
However, sitting in front of his screen, Miles didn't show the slightest hint of sympathy or pity in the face of this blatant emotional blackmail. Instead, his gaze turned as cold as glacial ice.
Bang!
Miles slammed his hand onto his desk. The deafening crack instantly cut off Brother Motorcycle's wails and ruthlessly silenced the bleeding hearts in the chat.
"Put away your worthless tears, and don't you dare pull this kicking, screaming, and threatening suicide act in my stream!"
Miles stared down the camera lens, his voice utterly devoid of human warmth, looking every bit like an indifferent god who had severed all worldly attachments.
"Now you want to bring up your wife and kid? When you were sneaking around behind their backs, stealing their life savings to gamble on black market blind boxes, why didn't you think of them then?!"
"When you were busy fantasizing about getting rich overnight, did it ever cross your mind that if you lost, your wife and kid would end up homeless on the streets?!"
He leaned closer to the lens. "If you bet, you accept the loss! That is the eternal, ironclad law of the black market!"
"If you had won, you wouldn't have given them a second thought! But now that you've lost, you want to weaponize your family's misery to guilt-trip me into wiping your ass?"
Miles sneered, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt. "The world doesn't work like that!"
Miles's ruthless yet sobering words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly shredding the hypocritical atmosphere in the chat.
The viewers who had just been pleading on Brother Motorcycle's behalf were rendered completely speechless.
He was right. Gamblers didn't care about their families when they were laying down their bets; they only remembered their wives and children once they had lost everything. People like that didn't deserve a shred of sympathy.
[Viewer "Raging Raichu": Well said, Streamer! Damn, degenerate gamblers are the absolute worst! When they win, they're out at the club popping bottles; when they lose, suddenly it's all about the 'wife and kids'! They don't deserve pity!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Master Miles's morals and style have my absolute respect! Pure rationality, pure sobriety! Refusing to be a bleeding heart, refusing to be emotionally blackmailed—this is what a truly great man looks like!]
[Viewer "Can't Afford Tea Eggs Worker": So satisfying! Listening to Master Miles tear into him is better than an ice-cold cola! Not even the gods can save a degenerate gambler. Brother Motorcycle, you dug your own grave. Now lie in it!]
Seeing that Miles wasn't going to budge, Brother Motorcycle fell into total despair.
His eyes turned ashen and he let his head drop, slumping forward like a soulless walking corpse.
However, just as everyone assumed Miles would cut the connection and leave the gambler to fend for himself, Miles leaned back in his chair.
Tapping his slender fingers rhythmically against the desk, he spoke in a neutral tone.
"However, when I do business, I always believe in the principle of [Equivalent Exchange]."
Miles's gaze flicked up to the [Master Ball] donation animation that had yet to fully fade from the top of the screen. When he spoke again, his tone was strictly business.
"You dropped a [Master Ball] worth ten thousand bucks just to get in the door. According to the rules of my stream, you asked me what that egg was, and I told you plainly that it was a Bellsprout."
"Technically, our transaction has already concluded. But since you dropped the highest-tier donation on the platform, I will naturally provide you with a top-tier after-sales service to match."
Miles lifted his chin slightly, radiating absolute confidence. "Point your camera at those eighty-eight incubators. I'll take a look at every single one of them for you."
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