Lovy's appraisal ability had kicked in again. With just a quick glance at the Growlithe's panel, he saw something alarming under the special conditions section: [Abdominal Tumor].
The delivery guy paused, clearly confused.
"I'm a livestreamer who specializes in appraising Pokémon. I can spot problems at a glance," Lovy added, trying to make his statement sound more believable.
"Oh, oh, got it!"
Though puzzled, the delivery guy responded enthusiastically. "What's your stream name? I'll follow you when I get the chance."
"Kabbi Appraisal. 'Kabbi' like Snorlax," Lovy replied.
"Cool! Thanks!"
The delivery guy, hurrying to his next order, quickly thanked him and left with Growlithe.
Watching the man and Pokémon leave, Lovy sincerely hoped the guy would take his warning seriously.
Just like humans, Pokémon also experience aging, illness, and death.A serious illness like this could be devastating for a family already struggling financially.
Lovy didn't have much himself, but he couldn't ignore suffering when he saw it. A simple reminder—at least his conscience was clear.
He closed the door with the roasted chicken in hand. The chicken had cooled off a bit due to the delayed delivery.
Lovy stayed optimistic. "Eh, cold means it won't burn my mouth—perfect."
As he set the chicken on the table and opened the box, his sleepy little Snorlax had somehow crept up in front of the table without him noticing.
Big eyes, tiny pupils, and a slightly open mouth—drool was already trailing from the corners.
"Aaahh—"
The little Snorlax stared at the fragrant roasted chicken, then looked at Lovy with big, confused eyes.
What in the world? Something that smells this good… Since when could we afford this?
"You're not eating all of it—I'll share some with you," Lovy said, putting a big bowl of rice in front of the little Snorlax. He tore off a large drumstick and handed it over.
The little Snorlax opened its mouth, about to swallow it whole on instinct… but paused.
It pointed at Lovy, then at the drumstick.
"You want me to eat it?" Lovy asked.
The little Snorlax nodded.
Lovy was surprised and touched. Pokémon were intelligent, but this kind of considerate behavior…
The little Snorlax picked up the big bowl of rice and dumped it straight into its mouth, not even chewing before swallowing.
That's just how it ate—dramatically.
It's said that Snorlax can eat even spoiled food with joy, completely ignoring the taste or smell.
What kind of extreme foodie was that supposed to be?
"Kah-um~"
After devouring the chicken breast Lovy passed over, the little Snorlax made a satisfied sound.
Lovy mumbled, "Didn't even chew. How can you even tell it's good or not?"
Then he began enjoying his own meal—roasted chicken with rice.
The chicken was delicious and fragrant, the meat juicy and tender. The texture was perfect—bouncy and flavorful. When mixed with the rice, the juices spread across his taste buds like magic.
"Ahhh, this is so good!"
Lovy leaned back, savoring the taste. It had been a long time since he had a proper meal. Just this simple dish made him feel the beauty of life again. Every bite was pleasure, lifting both his mood and mind.
A voice in his head seemed to say:
"Work hard, and your quality of life will improve. This roasted chicken is just a reward for earning your first pot of gold—keep it up, Lovy…"
It was already past 1 a.m., but Lovy felt fully energized.
After finishing what could be called either a late dinner or a midnight snack, Lovy washed up and waited.
Eventually, the 50 pounds of mixed mid-grade Pokémon feed he ordered via local delivery arrived.
The delivery man, along with a Machoke, brought in five 10-pound bags of feed.
Machoke—the evolved form of Machop—stood just 1.5 meters tall, but was covered in powerful muscles. It had gray skin, a lizard-like face, and three crest-like plates on its head. Unlike Machop, it had five fingers on both hands and feet, and red lines marked the visible muscle outlines on its arms.
It also wore a gold championship-style belt and black shorts, which were said to appear naturally after evolution.
Some claimed the belt limited Machoke's strength, and removing it would unleash its full power.
But actually…
Lovy looked closely. The belt and shorts were just part of Machoke's skin pattern—like mimicry in nature. Truly one of the wonders of the Pokémon world.
Machoke easily lifted 40 pounds with its two hands, while the delivery guy only carried 10 as a formality.
After they left, Lovy opened all five bags of feed, calling little Snorlax over.
"Ka-um!"
The little Snorlax was stunned. It hadn't seen this much food in ages.
Its big eyes and bean-sized pupils filled with confusion.
Lovy checked its panel. It now showed: [Hunger, Confusion, Anxiety].
Like it thought this was its last meal or something!
"Relax and eat. We earned money from livestreaming. From now on, you'll eat like this every day!"
Hearing that, little Snorlax brightened up.
It happily wiggled its ears, beaming with joy.
The look in its eyes was full of admiration as it stared at Lovy.
So livestreaming—that thing the trainer does every night—can bring in this much food?
No matter what it was, a trainer who could do that was just… amazing!
The little Snorlax began devouring the food with gusto—mouth open at a ridiculous angle, at least 120 degrees, shoveling food like a bulldozer.
After eating two whole bags of feed, it started showing more of its natural habits—
With one paw, it grabbed a handful of food and stuffed it into the area under its armpit. Thanks to its long fur and unique body structure, it could store food there without it falling out.
Lovy looked on, a bit helpless.
It was just its instinct—like hamsters storing food in their cheeks or squirrels burying it.
Even if provided with plenty, Snorlax would still hoard.
Wild ones often forgot where they stored food, letting it spoil and attract bacteria.
But as long as Lovy reminded his Snorlax to eat stored food before saving more, and helped with hygiene, there wouldn't be a problem.
To raise a Pokémon properly, you had to understand their habits and live accordingly.
Forcing a Pokémon to change just because of your own preferences—or worse, punishing it—was selfish.
Maybe it had just been starving for too long.
Nearly all 50 pounds of mid-grade feed disappeared into Snorlax's belly, with a small portion tucked under its fur.
Though visibly satisfied, it still looked like it wanted more.
It looked at Lovy expectantly.
"Alright, that's enough for now. If you eat too much at once after starving, your stomach will rebel," Lovy said gently, like a parent with a hint of firmness.
Even a glutton like Snorlax—with its powerful digestive system—had limits. There were cases of indigestion, after all.
Just like healthy people can still get sick if they push themselves too far.
"Ka-mu~"
A/N Munchlax is just a baby Snorlax in the eyes of the Author/ Don't be confused when he calls him Snorlax or Baby Snorlax/
Snorlax nodded, yawning.
"Little guy, eat and sleep, huh."
Lovy chuckled. Another Snorlax habit—once full, it would immediately get sleepy.
With a Pokémon like this… what kind of mischief could it even cause?
"But before you nap…"
Lovy remembered the unique skill he'd received from the system: Super Influence. He hadn't used it yet.
No better time than now.
With a thought, he activated it.
[Do you want to use your exclusive skill: Super Influence, to convert your stream influence points into IV (Individual Value) points for Snorlax? Current available points: 1000.]
Lovy confirmed.
[Conversion successful! Remaining Influence Points: 321.]
"Looks like it only works in full increments."
The conversion rate was 1000-to-1—1 IV point per 1000 influence.
Since IVs can't have decimals, he needed at least 1000 to use it.
[Big-Eater Pokémon: Snorlax]