All Chapters of The Gambling System: Chapter 51
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Chapter 51 – The Final Quarter: The Gamble of a Lifetime
The moment the third-quarter buzzer sounded, Peter exhaled sharply, his pulse hammering in his ears. He leaned back in his seat, his fingers drumming against the leather armrest, but his body refused to relax.86-82.The Hurricanes had the lead.The Frostfangs were reeling.Towers was in foul trouble. Eldridge was carrying the offense alone. The Hurricanes had seized the momentum, and if they weren’t stopped soon, Peter’s entire bet would go up in flames.Across from him, Logan Fisher remained a picture of calm, but Peter saw it—that faint gleam in his eyes, the almost imperceptible twitch of his lips.Logan knew.He could smell blood.Peter clenched his jaw. Not yet.The fourth quarter was here.And everything was about to change.Peter pulled up his bet slip, scanning it with razor-sharp focus. The fourth quarter hadn’t started yet, but he needed to know exactly where he stood.✔ Frostfangs to Win → Still possible, but they needed a comeback. Fast.✔ Over 220.5 total points → The ga
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Chapter 52: Overtime
101-101.The arena was shaking. Chaos. Pandemonium. Madness.Karl-Tanner Towers had just saved the Frostfangs.Peter was still gripping the edge of his seat, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. His heart slammed against his ribs, his body stuck in that limbo between exhilaration and sheer terror. The noise around him felt distant, muffled, like he was underwater. The scoreboard flickered. Five more minutes.Overtime.He fumbled for his phone, barely aware of his fingers moving as he refreshed the betting app.Bet Status:✅ Overtime bet hit – 12x payout.✅ Total points over 220.5 – With overtime, it was practically guaranteed.✅ First to 50 points – Frostfangs – Already won.✅ Towers Over 20.5 points – Sitting at 22 now. Safe.✅ Eldridge More Points Than Irving – Eldridge: 29, Irving: 28. Razor-thin.✅ Frostfangs win by 1-5 points – Still possible.❓ Frostfangs to Win – The biggest gamble left.Peter exhaled sharply. He was so close.He had already locked in a massive win. The overt
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Chapter 53: The Crushing Weight of Defeat
The blood drained from Peter’s face.The noise of the crowd became a distant hum, like a muted storm raging behind thick glass.His breath caught in his throat.80 million.Logan had won 80 million.Peter’s body went ice cold.The high? Gone.The rush? Vanished.For a fleeting moment, he had felt invincible—he had beaten the system, outmaneuvered the odds, and turned one million into 47.5 million euros.And yet, across the table, Logan Fisher had done something even greater.His live bet parlay had taken real-time control of the game. He hadn’t just predicted events—he had reacted, adjusting his bets mid-game, sculpting his parlay like a master strategist moving pieces on a chessboard.And in the end, he had doubled Peter’s winnings.A victory so overwhelming it made Peter’s greatest triumph feel like dust.Across the table, Logan finally moved.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the felt surface. And then, with the precision of a knife slipping into flesh—He grinned."Not bad,"
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Chapter 54 – The Second Round Begins
They return back to viewing center.Peter mind completely consumed by Logan’s stats, yet he wasn’t fazed. He knew defeating him was possible, he knew he could do this.“Let the second round begin”The wheel spun.Peter’s fingers tightened around the armrests of his chair as he watched the golden selection wheel slow to a stop. The holographic display above flickered, processing the result before displaying it in bold, glowing letters:SOCCERA hush fell over the room.Peter exhaled sharply. Soccer. A game of fluid movement, tactics, and split-second decisions. Unlike basketball, where statistical analysis could create a solid betting framework, soccer was riddled with unpredictability. A single goal could shatter everything.Across from him, Logan let out a low chuckle. "Huh. Interesting."
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Chapter 55: First half
The stadium was electric. Fifty-five thousand fans packed the stands, their voices merging into a deafening roar as the players lined up for kickoff. This wasn’t just any match—this was the UEFA Elite Cup semifinal, where history was written, legacies were forged, and careers could be broken.For Manchester Titans, it was a chance to reclaim past glory, their first shot at a major final in over a decade. For Madrid Imperials, it was about dominance—a step closer to cementing their reign over European football.But for Peter, the stakes were even higher.His 2-million-euro bet was riding on every second of this match. A Madrid Imperials win or draw kept him in the game. Over 2.5 goals meant he needed action, fast. Rafael Santi scoring? His pulse spiked just thinking about it.And then there was the wildcard—a red card. A high-risk, high-reward gamble. If the game boiled over and someone saw red, Peter was looking at a potential 95.6-million-euro payout.His fingers curled tightly
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Chapter 56: Half time
The stadium hummed with an untamed energy, refusing to settle even as the players retreated into the tunnels. Fifty-five thousand voices buzzed, roared, and debated, creating a chaotic symphony of emotion.Manchester Titans’ fans were in full voice, their chants a rolling wave of confidence. Their team had clawed back from an early deficit, equalized with ice-cold precision, and now held the ultimate advantage—an extra man on the pitch. They could taste victory, and their energy infected the air, growing stronger with every passing second.On the opposite side, Madrid Imperials’ supporters were unnerved, restless. Their once-mighty chants had lost their rhythm, replaced by anxious murmurs. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Madrid, one of Europe’s most dominant forces, was staring at a brutal second half, outnumbered and under siege.The stadium’s giant screens replayed the first-half’s defining moments—Santi’s opener, Carlisle’s penalty, and the game-changing red card. The Titans' su
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Chapter 57: Second Half
The second half was underway, and the air inside the stadium crackled with expectation.Down on the pitch, the ten-man Madrid Imperials braced for the inevitable onslaught. The Manchester Titans, already a powerhouse, now had the numerical advantage and the deadliest weapon in their arsenal—their star striker, freshly introduced from the bench. He was a game-changer, the kind of player who needed only a sliver of space, a fraction of a second, to punish a defense. And Madrid, battered and shorthanded, had to somehow hold the line.In the Viewing Centre, Peter sat frozen, every muscle in his body coiled with tension. The luxury around him—crystal glasses, velvet seats—was a distant blur. His world had been reduced to a single screen, to the flashing numbers that dictated his fortune. Every pass, every counterattack, every desperate clearance was a shift in probability, an invisible tug on the strings of fate.✅ Madrid to Win or Draw → Still in play.✅ Over 2.5 Goals → Already secur
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Chapter 58 – The Third Round Begins
The room was silent.A silence so thick, so absolute, it felt like the world itself was holding its breath.Peter’s pulse pounded in his ears, the weight of his last win still pressing against his ribs. 158.6 million euros. The largest victory of his career. A sum that would make even the most seasoned gamblers lose their composure.But Logan had won more.1.4 million more.It was a meaningless margin. A fraction of a fraction.And yet it meant everything.Logan sat across from him, perfectly composed. He wasn’t gloating. He wasn’t celebrating. He simply swirled the ice in his whiskey glass, watching Peter with that quiet, unreadable smirk. Not mocking. Not condescending. Just waiting.Waiting for Peter to break.A slow breath. A sharp exhale.Then, Peter leaned forward and slammed his palm onto the table.🔥 "Again." 🔥The words cut through the silence like a blade.Logan raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening ever so slightly. Amusement flickered in his eyes, but only f
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Chapter 59: Racecourse
The Royal Derby Racecourse pulsed with an almost electric energy, the kind that surged through the veins of gamblers, enthusiasts, and dreamers alike. The grandstands overflowed, a living, breathing sea of bodies, each person adding their own voice to the chaotic symphony of cheers, laughter, and anxious whispers.Peter stood near the VIP betting lounge, the hum of high-stakes wagers and whispered strategies buzzing around him like static in the air. The scent of freshly cut turf mingled with the sharp bite of expensive cigars and the effervescence of champagne, a stark contrast to the raw tension tightening in his chest.His fingers curled around a glass of whiskey—untouched. Not out of hesitation, but because his mind was too consumed with the towering digital display above the racetrack, where odds flickered and shifted like the heartbeat of the betting world. Millions were on the line tonight.Race Conditions🔹 Track: Slightly damp, but good footing. The morning drizzle had s
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Chapter 60: Second Chance
[Activate: Second Chance.]The moment Peter activated Second Chance, reality fractured.The world lurched backward, violently yanked by an unseen force. Colors bled into streaks of motion, sounds distorted into warped echoes, and then—everything reversed.The massive race screen played in high-speed rewind—jockeys sat upright from falls, dirt unscattered from hooves, horses uncrossed the finish line. The cheers of the crowd sucked inward, voices turning into alien syllables. Then came the pain.It was like his brain had been ripped from his skull, stretched, and shoved back in—fracturing, breaking, reforming. His lungs locked, his stomach twisted into a vicious knot, and the sheer weight of time itself crushed him.Somewhere, distantly, he thought he might be screaming.Then—Silence.Peter’s body slammed back into reality.His breath tore from his lungs, raw and ragged. His vision spun, his skin clammy with cold sweat. A familiar nausea clawed up his throat, and before he
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