2025-01-15 17:08:28Without wasting another moment, Peter slipped out of the auditorium and made his way to Room E52. His footsteps echoed in the quiet hallways, his heart pounding harder with every step. The faint hum of slot machines and the occasional clinking of chips drifted faintly from somewhere in the building, but it was all background noise compared to the storm raging in his mind.
Stay calm. Focus. One round at a time. He reached the room and pushed open the door. At the center was a sleek blackjack table, its felt surface glowing under the overhead lights. Two chairs sat on either side of the table, and behind it stood a dealer in a crisp uniform. She radiated an air of professionalism, her expression unreadable. One of the chairs was already occupied. The man sitting there wore a loud Hawaiian shirt splashed with neon flowers, clashing spectacularly with the solemn atmosphere of the room. He lounged casually, his grin wide and carefree as if he were on vacation. “Hey, pal!” the man called out as Peter stepped inside. “Ready to dance with Lady Luck?” He gestured flamboyantly to the empty chair across from him. “Take a seat! Let’s have some fun!” Peter paused, studying him. Was this guy for real? The man chuckled, slapping the table. “What, you don’t believe in luck? Oh, buddy, she’s always watching. And tonight, she’s smiling on me!” Peter gave a polite nod, ignoring the man’s theatrics as he handed his card to the dealer. “All of it,” Peter said flatly. Moments later, the dealer pushed a stack of chips toward him—20 chips, each worth $500. Across the table, the man eyed Peter’s stack with mock reverence. “Ooh, big spender! I like it.” He tapped his chest dramatically. “Name’s Zack, by the way. But everyone calls me Lucky Zack.” “Peter,” he replied curtly, sliding into his seat. What Peter didn’t know was that Zack Lynne was infamous in the gambling world. Despite not being a professional, gambler, Zack’s reputation echoed far and wide, even among top-tier gamblers. Zack’s games were riddled with tales of impossible wins and miraculous comebacks, but seasoned gamblers knew the truth: his skill bordered on terrifying. He hadn’t pursued professional gambling only because he refused to adhere to the rules of traditional gambling institutions. To many, he was a myth. To others, he was a legend. And now, Peter was sitting across from him. The dealer spoke, her voice calm and even. “First to lose all their chips is eliminated.” Zack leaned back in his chair, beaming. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll make it quick!” Peter remained silent, his jaw tightening. The blue semi-transparent screen appeared in Peter’s vision. ….. [BET DETECTED: QUEST ACTIVATED – BLACKJACK DUEL] Objective: Win the game. Reward: +5 EXP, New Skill Unlocked. Penalty: -3 EXP. SKILLS AVAILABLE: 1. Probability Vision 2. Pattern Recognition Detector (Think “ACTIVATE” to enable skills.) ….. Peter’s heart skipped a beat as he sat down. Time to see what this thing can do. The first hand was dealt. Taking a deep breath, Peter focused on the System Panel hovering in the corner of his vision. … [ACTIVATE: Probability Vision.] ….. The world around Peter sharpened. Though in low percentage figures, numbers and probabilities overlaid the blackjack table. He could see the likelihood of each card being dealt, the remaining high cards in the deck, and even the dealer’s potential hand—all displayed in glowing percentages that shifted in real time. Peter’s cards landed softly on the felt—a nine and a king. Nineteen. Solid. “I stand,” Peter said, his voice steady. Zack, meanwhile, glanced at his cards with exaggerated flair and covered his eyes with one hand. “Alright, Lady Luck, do your thing! Hit me!” The dealer slid him a card. “Ha! A three!” Zack shouted, grinning ear to ear. “What did I tell you? Luck’s on my side!” He hit again. Another three. “Boom! I’m unstoppable!” Zack exclaimed. Then the next card came—a king. “Twenty-one,” the dealer announced. Zack leaned forward, scooping Peter’s chips with exaggerated glee. “Oh, buddy, I can feel it. Tonight’s my night!” Peter narrowed his eyes. Something about Zack felt… off. The games continued, and Zack’s laughter filled the room with each win. His every move was accompanied by dramatic fist pumps, jokes about his “lucky shirt,” and the occasional whistle. But Peter wasn’t laughing, even with his system advantage, Zack kept winning. Zack’s movements, his decisions—they weren’t as random as his personality suggested. His bets became more aggressive when high cards were likely to appear and more cautious when they weren’t. Something was off. By the fourth game, Peter was down half his chips. He clenched his fists, his frustration building. Peter activated his System Panel, pulling up his skill list. Peter activated Pattern Recognition Detector. …. [Pattern Recognition Detector: Scanning opponent’s gameplay… Searching for patterns…] ….. Peter narrowed his eyes, watching his opponent more closely. Every move Zack made was methodical. He was tracking the ratio of high-value cards left in the deck—aces, tens, jacks, queens, and kings—adjusting his bets accordingly. When the deck was rich in high cards, Zack bet aggressively. When it wasn’t, he played conservatively. That’s when he realized what was happening. Suddenly, Peter’s System Panel buzzed faintly, confirming his suspicion: [DETECTION: CARD COUNTING] Peter’s breath hitched. Zack wasn’t relying on luck. He was counting cards.
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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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