Chapter 3: Buddy, That Machop Isn't Fit for Breeding!
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On the livestream, Ye Yinchuan's face took up half the screen. Next to him sat a small Munchlax, quietly sniffing its own armpit from time to time.
On the other screen was a muscular man, with a gym as his background.
He was sitting on a piece of gym equipment, sweating profusely, as if he had just finished a workout.
Beside him, a Machop was diligently lifting dumbbells, looking quite focused.
"I'm a gym coach and a Pokémon trainer. This is my Pokémon, Machop. Streamer, what do you think? How's my Machop? Give me an assessment!"
Ms. Carrot: "Wow, nice body! Are you local?"
The muscle man quickly replied:
"Of course! Wanna learn swimming and fitness, beautiful?"
Ye Yinchuan's face darkened slightly:
"Hey hey hey, don't try to pick up clients in my stream. As for your Machop… adjust the camera, let me take a closer look."
At that moment, new viewers joined the chat.
NutriThread: "Come on, streamer! I'm waiting for your verdict—don't let me down!"
Ye Yinchuan almost burst out laughing when he saw the username NutriThread.
What kind of dumb name was that? It had this magical power that made you want to laugh every time you saw it!
Ye Yinchuan examined the Machop.
It stood about half a head taller than Munchlax, humanoid in shape, with gray skin.
It had red irises and black pupils. On its head were three tile-like bone ridges, protecting its skull.
Its head and tail resembled a reptile's, its hands were like human hands with five fingers, and its feet were like elephant hooves—broad and stable for balance.
Then, using his Treasure-Eye Appraisal Ability, its data panel popped up:
[Superpower Pokémon: Machop]
Level: 21
Type: Fighting
Gender: Male
Base Stats: C-rank (305)
IVs (Individual Values): A-rank (170)
Ability: No Guard
Nature: Hasty
Moves: Low Kick, Leer, Focus Energy, Revenge
Status: Discontent
Evolution Line: Machoke → Machamp
Special Trait: XYY Syndrome
"Hmm?"
Ye Yinchuan initially thought it was a pretty decent Pokémon.
But as he reached the bottom of the panel, his expression turned serious.
"Buddy… that Machop of yours—isn't fit for breeding!"
The muscle man was instantly displeased:
"What are you talking about?! My Machop's perfectly fine! Even the Pokémon Center said its IVs are excellent! You better explain yourself right now!"
For trainers, Pokémon are extremely important—and they invest a lot of time and energy into raising them.
No one likes hearing bad things about their Pokémon.
NutriThread: "Haha, here comes the drama!"
Ms. Carrot: "Streamer, watch what you say! Everyone's Pokémon is their treasure. How could you say it's not fit to breed?"
"Relax, big guy. Let me ask—has this Machop ever accidentally injured you?"
The muscle man's expression turned uncertain but quickly became defiant:
"It's a Machop, of course it's active! With training, bumps and bruises happen—it's normal!"
Ye Yinchuan pressed on:
"So it has hurt you. Let me be blunt—this Machop will send you to the hospital one day! Take my advice: either learn from me, or give it away now."
The strong tone shocked even the muscle man.
"You cursing me?! My Machop is totally docile! Don't believe me? Machop, come show them how gentle you are!"
"Wait—!"
Ye Yinchuan saw that Machop's status had shifted from "Discontent" to "Angry."
But the man was desperate to prove its temperament. He couldn't let it go.
And so…
Machop glared, broke free from the man's grip, and punched him square in the face, hard enough to twist it sideways!
"What the—?! Machop, you hit me!"
Enraged, the muscle man fought back—but Machop overpowered him and threw him across the room.
BOOM—a loud crash.
Even through the screen, the impact looked painful.
"Buddy… why did it have to come to this?"
Ye Yinchuan hadn't expected the moment of truth to come so fast. Deep down, he wondered if he bore some responsibility.
He picked up his phone and tapped his electronic wooden fish app. Dong dong.
NutriThread: "Holy crap, the streamer's a prophet! This Machop is gonna kill its trainer!"
Ms. Carrot: "Wow! You're amazing! Streamer, help me identify my Pokémon next!"
"Hang on, I should check if I need to call the police—this fan might actually get killed!"
All jokes aside, Ye Yinchuan didn't want a fatality on his first stream. That would be a terrible omen.
Fortunately…
Others in the gym rushed in. With help from several Pokémon, they subdued the raging Machop.
The muscle man, face covered in blood, limped back into the video feed and bowed to Ye Yinchuan:
"You were right. I admit it. I didn't think this ungrateful brat would actually hit me! I gave it food, shelter, training—I never mistreated it! I just hugged it a little, and it punched me!"
People around him tried to get him to go to the hospital, but he just stared at the livestream.
He couldn't accept it. He was heartbroken.
Being attacked by your own Pokémon—what a humiliation, what a betrayal.
NutriThread: "This is the best stream I've ever seen! Good thing I didn't leave earlier!"
Ms. Carrot: "Too brutal! Big guy, go to the hospital!"
King Gigi: "Streamer, hurry up and explain! We're dying to know!"
"It's not your fault. And honestly, it's not even the Machop's fault. Have you heard of XYY Syndrome?"
Ye Yinchuan sighed.
NutriThread: "Wait, isn't that an insult people use online?"
Ms. Carrot: "I know that—it's a rare genetic defect in human males, right?"
King Gigi: "What does that mean in plain language, streamer?!"
"Yes—it's a genetic defect. This Machop has XYY Syndrome, meaning it has an extra Y chromosome. Just like in humans, it causes irritability, aggression, and extreme violence."
He explained further:
"Even in humans, this condition can make someone dangerous to those around them. But for a super-strong Pokémon like Machop? You tell me—is that suitable for raising?"
Now both the muscle man and the viewers suddenly understood.
"Damn… so I really can't keep it? Do I have to give it away?"
Despite being beaten bloody, the man looked at the bound Machop—tied up by a Bulbasaur's vines—with reluctance in his eyes.
You grow attached to a Pokémon, just like you would to a child.
"Here's what I suggest—go to the hospital first. Then if you want, I can teach you what to do. But understand—if you keep raising this Machop, it really could kill someone. Not just you—others around you too. If you're not ready to dedicate a ton of effort and attention, it's better to give it to a professional."
Ye Yinchuan wasn't lying.
This kind of Machop, though violent and short-tempered, also had extraordinary potential.
If someone could truly control it and protect those around it, then its condition could even become an asset—a rare "trait."
"Alright! Streamer, I'm following you now! I'm your first fan! Once I'm out of the hospital and ready, I'll come find you! Thank you!"
With that, the muscle man ended the call.
Ye Yinchuan leaned back and let out a long breath. He hadn't expected his very first stream with this new account to be so intense.
He checked the viewer count—already dozens, and still climbing steadily.
The chat messages kept rolling in:
NotXYY: "Did I miss something? I just saw a dude covered in blood thanking the streamer—what happened?!"
NutriThread: "That username… not suspicious at all!"
Ms. Carrot: "Streamer, it's finally my turn, right? I've been waiting forever!"
"Things are looking good."
Ye Yinchuan knew that as long as he stayed consistent, his stream could really take off.
"Alright, next appraiser up! Ms. Carrot, please bring out your Pokémon!"
He accepted her call.
On screen, a young woman was lying on a bed, face masked, nose plugged, clearly relaxing.
"Streamer, tell me—what Pokémon do I have?"
Ye Yinchuan froze. Had he said earlier that he could guess it?
In truth, he had guessed the Machop from the last guy based on his username—he couldn't be 100% sure, but he took a gamble and won.
As for Ms. Carrot, it didn't even matter if he got it right now—he had already kept her and the audience hooked.
But if he could guess correctly, it'd be a big win for his credibility.
Narrowing his eyes, Ye Yinchuan scanned the background of her room for clues.
"If I'm not mistaken… your Pokémon is… Oddish!"
"Whoa! Holy crap—how did you know?!"
Ye Yinchuan gave a mysterious smile:
"Because…"