2025-01-15 16:57:39For a moment, Peter couldn’t even process what had just happened. The world around him erupted in cheers, gasps, and groans, but the sounds felt distant, muffled like he was underwater. The reality slowly sank in:
He had made It. His number—his number—had gone green. Peter slumped back into his chair, his breath escaping him in a rush he hadn’t realized he was holding. Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him lightheaded and shaky. His entire body felt like it had been strung tight, and now the tension was releasing all at once. ….. [SYSTEM REPORT: QUEST COMPLETED] REWARD: 5exp acquired, new skill unlocked. SKILL UNLOCKED: Pattern Recognition Detector level 1 Explanation: Spot patterns or predict trends in an opponent’s gameplay ….. “Congratulations to the lucky 200,” the host’s voice boomed, pulling Peter back to reality. “You’ve made it past the first round! For the rest of you…” He gestured toward the exit, a sly grin on his face. “…better luck next time.” Peter barely registered the host’s words. As the defeated shuffled out, many with tears in their eyes and shoulders slumped in defeat, he glanced around the room. The air was heavy with mixed emotions—triumph from some, despair from others. Peter couldn’t help but notice the crushed looks on some faces, as if their lifelong dreams had been shattered by something as fickle as luck. A light grin spread across his face, surprising even himself. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had been given a chance—a spark ignited in his chest. But that spark dimmed almost instantly when his gaze landed on someone in the room. It was a face he wished he’d never see again. Sitting confidently among the other successful applicants, his posture relaxed, with a wide grin on his face, was the guy who had stolen Peter’s girlfriend. Peter’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white as his eyes burned with malice. What the hell is he doing here? “Viktor Salvatore,” a voice said behind him. Peter spun around in surprise. Standing there was a boy with spiky white hair, his pale locks catching the light. He exuded an aura of carefree confidence, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as if luck itself had blessed him. “Excuse me?” Peter said cautiously. “The guy you’re trying to murder with your eyes,” the boy said, nodding toward Viktor. “That’s Viktor Salvatore. Most people call him the Beast Gambit.” Peter’s eyes narrowed. “You know him?” The boy grinned, shaking his head. “Not personally, but who hasn’t heard of him? He’s practically famous. I just hope I get lucky enough to face him first.” “Too bad the odds of that are ridiculously low,” a feminine voice chimed in, approaching them from the side. Peter turned to see a young woman with dark hair tied neatly back, sharp glasses, and a curvaceous figure that drew attention even beneath her modest clothing. Her eyes sparkled with intellect, and her entire presence screamed precision and calculation. The boy groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. “Here she goes again.” The girl adjusted her glasses, her tone matter-of-fact. “The odds of you being the first to gamble against the Beast Gambit are approximately 0.093% based on the number of participants, random pairings, and gambling zones. Hardly favorable.” Peter blinked, taken aback. Did she just calculate that in her head? The boy sighed dramatically. “Sorry about her. She’s like a walking calculator.” “And he’s like a walking brain-dead slot machine,” the girl retorted, giving her brother a look. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle at their bickering. “Sorry, who are you guys?” “I’m Ace,” the boy said, extending a hand with an easy grin. “And this is my twin sister, Chloe. Trust me—it wasn’t by choice.” “Right back at you,” Chloe muttered, adjusting her glasses. Peter shook Ace’s hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you both. I’m Peter.” “Nice to meet you too, Peter,” Ace said. “I see you went green.” “Yeah, I got lucky,” Peter said with a sheepish shrug. “Didn’t we all?” Ace said, chuckling. “Well, except Chloe. She nerded her way through.” Peter wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious. The murmurs in the room quieted again as the host returned to the stage. “Once again, congratulations to the 200 of you who made it through the first round,” he said, his voice cutting through the crowd. “Luck is no small feat, but it won’t carry you much further. The second round begins now.” The room buzzed with anticipation. “The next round will be a two-player card game. The game and your opponents have been randomly assigned, and this information has already been sent to your smart watches along with your designated gambling rooms. Good luck.” Peter’s wrist buzzed, and he looked down at his watch. ROOM: E52. GAME: BLACKJACK. OPPONENT: ZACK LYNNE. Peter furrowed his brow. Blackjack. So far, so good. But who the hell was Zack Lynne? “Well,” Ace said, breaking Peter’s thoughts, “looks like it’s time to split up. I hope we run into each other again—assuming we are lucky enough to make it through.” “Yeah, me too,” Peter said with a nod. As they walked off, Peter overheard Chloe muttering to her brother, “Luck has nothing to do with it. It’s all about skill and calculation—” “Zip it, Chloe,” Ace interrupted with a grin. “Considering who Peter’s going up against next, he’s going to need all the luck he can get.”
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The final rotation slowed...Click.The tile locked.A pause — stretched too long.Peter leaned in.And then — the number flared into view.NEGATIVE FOUR MULTIPLIER.–4XThe red pulsed across the board like a warning siren, deep and final.Peter stared.Froze.Time stopped.“What the fuck...” he whispered, the words falling out of him like broken glass.The crowd gasped — not just surprised, but horrified. A ripple of stunned silence spread through the arena. Even the anchor didn’t speak — for a moment.Then:“...OH NO.”The Anchor's voice cracked with disbelief. “Peter Donovan has landed a –4X! That’s the highest penalty on the board!”Gasps turned to roars. Shouts. Chaos.It was like someone had thrown a match into dry brush — disbelief ignited into pandemonium. The arena screens zoomed in on Peter’s face, pale and stunned. His chest rose and fell, sharp and uneven.Across from him, Chloe didn’t blink. She didn’t smirk.She simply tilted her head. One degree.As if saying: Now we’re
Chapter 144: What the fuck
Chloe didn’t hesitate.Her eyes flicked briefly to the board—just once, just long enough to assess the remaining tiles. 5x unflipped, Six unknowns.But unlike Peter, she didn’t pause to consult a system. She didn’t flinch.She moved.A single, fluid motion: her hand rose, fingers curved like a conductor mid-symphony, then drifted downward and tapped tile 4.The crowd barely had time to react before the hum returned.Click—click—click.The flipping began.Peter leaned in.He watched—not the tile, but her.There was no tremble in her hand. No shift in her gaze. But her breath — there it was. A single, almost imperceptible hitch in her inhale. Not fear. Not panic.Just... calculation failing to resolve.Click—click—click.The rotations slowed.Light glinted off the edges of the spinning tile like silver teeth waiting to bite.Click.It locked.A cold pulse spread through the board.NEGATIVE ONE MULTIPLIER.–1XThe number glowed red. A soft, almost mocking tone accompanied the display. An
Chapter 143: 4x
"System, give me the probability odds of the remaining tiles landing a 4X."---[PROBABILITY VISION ACTIVATED]Calculating...Using Probability Vision for 8 tiles will cost 24 minutes.Would you like to proceed?{YES/NO}---“Yes.”---[TIME BANK: 121 minutes → 97 minutes][Skill Activated: Probability Vision (Level 3)]Calculating...---Tile 1: 30%Tile 3: 17%Tile 4: 11%Tile 5: 18%Tile 7: 12%Tile 8: 25%Tile 9: 9%Tile 10: 22%---Peter’s eyes flicked across the shimmering data overlay on his display, absorbing it all in a heartbeat. Sweat prickled beneath his collar, but he kept his breathing steady.His first flip had landed. But Chloe’s cold 5X had already shifted the entire flow of the match.No more room for safe moves.Still… he couldn’t risk a reckless one.Tile 1. Best odds. Highest probability. No hesitation.Peter extended a single finger toward the board. The surface of Tile 1 pulsed faintly beneath the glass-like sheen, as though sensing the weight of the moment.He
Chapter 142: First flip
The crowd was still vibrating with energy as the Anchor gave a sweeping bow and stepped back from center stage.A quiet hum pulsed through the vast hall, as though the room itself was holding its breath.On the holo-display, the game board flickered into readiness — the sleek digital grid shimmering faintly in the dim light.10 tiles loaded. Coin flip pending.At their seats, Peter and Chloe faced each other across the elevated table — a sleek black surface bordered with thin neon-blue lines. Their personal displays hovered in front of them, responsive to their slightest touch, transparent but pulsing faintly in rhythm with their heartbeats.Peter tightened his grip on the tablet, knuckles white for a moment before he forced himself to breathe. His pulse thrummed painfully in his neck.Across from him, Chloe sat like stone. One leg crossed over the other, tablet resting lightly on her lap. Not a flicker of tension showed in her face — only cold, clinical focus. A chessmaster waiting f
Chapter 141: The next day
The next day finally arrived. Autumn had fully set in across Monte Carlo Gambling University — the crisp air biting with an edge of chill, fallen leaves skittering across the cobblestone pathways.And there they were.Peter and Chloe marching through the winding campus grounds toward their destination — the grand Designated Gambling Hall. Their paths aligned, yet their thoughts worlds apart.“I’m going to win this gamble and prove myself.”For Peter, the need was primal. Unquenchable. It radiated from every step, a hunger that no one had to explain — you could see it in his eyes, in the set of his jaw.Chloe’s resolve, though just as fierce, was buried beneath layers of carefully constructed artifice. She wore her usual corporate-inspired attire: a crisp white blouse tucked into a fitted black pencil skirt, tailored charcoal blazer hugging her slender frame. On her feet — sharp black heels that clicked a steady rhythm across the polished floors. Her look was elegant, cold, commanding
Chapter 140: Later that Night
Later that night.Somewhere across a quieter side of the Monte Carlo Gambling University Campus.Chloe sat alone in her dorm room, a small island of light amid the creeping darkness. A vintage brass desk lamp cast a warm, narrow glow across her cluttered workspace. The rest of the room was draped in shadows — the only other light came from her laptop, its screen flickering softly, washing her face in cold blue.A notebook lay open beside her, its pages crowded with scrawled diagrams and hurried annotations. Pen in hand, she hovered just above the paper, deep in thought.She was studying. But not textbooks. Not theoretical models. No — in front of her was something far more specific, more obsessive.A recorded gamble.On screen: Peter Donovan facing off against Noami. The match had long since ended, yet Chloe — known to most by her gambling alias, Noir — had watched this tape at least six times already. Probably more. She clicked the timeline backward again, freezing the frame on Peter
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