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The Gambling System Chapter 20: Silence
Silence.The room fell into a pin-drop silenceA deafening, choking silence.The kind of silence often found in a graveyard.The words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable.Peter felt his pulse slam against his ribs.His mind screamed at him to move, to react, to do something—But his body refused to obey."What the actual hell—"The air thickened, pressing in on him like a vice. For a moment, Peter almost thought he had misheard. But the boy’s expression hadn’t changed.He meant every word.Because this guy wasn’t joking.There wasn’t a trace of bluff in his face.No arrogance. No bravado.Just cold, lethal certainty.It was an expression Peter had never seen before, not even in his most intense gambling matches. It wasn’t the look of someone who wanted to win. It was the look of someone who had to.Like a knight who had sworn an oath.Peter’s mouth was dry.He forced himself to breathe, keeping his voice as steady as he could."Sorry," he said carefully, "but I think you have the w
The Gambling System Chapter 21: Orientation
Peter washed his face one last time before making his way to the hall. His head still throbbed, the weight of everything—the game, the system, the cheat—pressing down on him. The air in the hall was different now. Where once the room had been packed with nervous, hopeful applicants, now only a select few remained. The remaining students were scattered across the vast space, far fewer than before. Maybe a 50? Maybe less. Peter didn’t bother counting. He slipped into his seat, the same one from before, a few rows toward the back. His body moved on autopilot as he pulled out the chair’s small, foldable slate table and rested his head against it. The ache behind his eyes was dull but constant. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was guilt. But unfortunately, his moment of rest didn’t last long. “Oh my, my— you actually did it. You beat a grandmaster at chess.” Peter sighed before even looking up. Ace. Of course. And this time, Chloe was with him. Peter sat up, rubbi
The Gambling System Chapter 22: A Black Limousine
After some extra formalities, the orientation came to an end. Peter stood outside of the university main gate, trying really hard to remember what way he took coming here. He pulled out his phone to make use of the cyber map.Suddenly, a black limousine glided to a smooth stop before Peter, its presence alone exuding power, mystery, and extravagance. The vehicle was the definition of wealth—polished obsidian paint that reflected the neon glow of the city, tinted windows dark enough to swallow any prying eyes, and silver-plated door handles that shimmered like hidden treasure. The car’s sleek body stretched longer than most sports cars, its wheel rims a custom design, glinting like casino chips under the dim streetlights. It wasn’t just a limo—it was a moving fortress, the kind only the most elite gamblers, politicians, or crime bosses dared to use.Peter’s stomach twisted as the passenger-side window rolled down just a fraction—only a few inches, just enough to let a sliver of d
The Gambling System Chapter 23: Birthright
Peter stepped through the massive glass doors of Celestia Royale Medical Center, and the world instantly changed.The air inside was crisp, clean, and carried a faint scent of jasmine and sterilized linen. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, adorned with intricate chandeliers that cast golden light across the vast marble floor. The walls were a pristine white, accented with sleek gold trimmings that screamed wealth and exclusivity.A grand reception desk sat at the center of the lobby, crafted from polished onyx and manned by staff dressed in immaculate white uniforms, their expressions calm and professional. Behind them, a massive digital board displayed real-time medical updates, schedules, and donation acknowledgments from some of the wealthiest benefactors in the world.To the left, an open lounge area extended into a five-star café, where patients and visitors alike sipped on imported teas and coffee worth more than Peter’s rent. A pianist played a soft, melancholic tune fr
The Gambling System Chapter 24: Three Days
It had been three days since the entrance exam.Three days since his mother was fully admitted to the hospital.Three days since he rejected gambling and turned his back on Monte Carlo Gambling University.Three days since he last saw Noir.Now, Peter was back in a suit, riding his bike through the city streets with an envelope tucked under his arm. Inside was his CV, his last hope of securing a job. He was heading to the eleventh pizza store he had applied to in the past three days.It seemed his former boss had made it his personal mission to ruin his reputation, ensuring no one in the food service industry would hire him. Peter had lost count of how many times he had walked into a shop only to be met with apologetic smiles and polite rejections.But giving up wasn’t an option.Even though his mother’s medical bills were covered, life didn’t stop. He still had to pay rent, buy food, and, if luck ever shone on him, save up for community college.The only problem?Peter was p
The Gambling System Chapter 25: Headache
Peter woke to a pounding headache and the metallic scent of the room.His head throbbed as if someone had taken a hammer to it, and his stomach churned with nausea. The air was thick, stale, carrying the faint scent of sweat and cigar smoke. He blinked against the dim lighting, his vision swimming before gradually settling into focus.Cold.Not just the temperature of the room, but the sensation creeping over his skin. A wrongness that made every nerve in his body snap to attention.He was seated on a metal chair in what looked like a backroom—concrete walls, a single hanging lightbulb swaying faintly overhead. His hands were free, but that didn’t bring him any comfort.Something was off.A deep voice cut through the silence.“Finally, you’re awake.”Peter’s body tensed.A man sat across from him, behind a wooden desk. He wasn’t bulky or physically imposing, but there was something about him that radiated power. A quiet, unwavering confidence. He had the air of someone who ne
The Gambling System Chapter 26: Naomi
Peter’s breath hitched. For a moment, the noise of the gambling den—the roaring crowd, the clinking of chips, the shuffling of cards—faded into nothing.Naomi. She stood before him, wearing a sleek emerald dress that hugged her figure, the low glow of the casino lights reflecting off the delicate gold chain around her neck. Her dark brown hair, once so familiar, cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves. Her makeup was subtle yet sharp, accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips—the same lips that once whispered promises to him, the same lips that had kissed him under the streetlights of their old neighbourhood. But it was her eyes that froze him in place. They weren’t the same. Once, they had been warm, filled with light, mischief, and reckless dreams. But now? Now, they were distant. Guarded. Cold. “Peter?” Her voice was soft, uncertain. For a moment, Peter could only stare, his mind caught between the past and the present. The girl he once knew—th
The Gambling System Chapter 27: Six million euros
They both agreed on a game of Baccarat, A game of prestige, chance, and gut instincts. One of the oldest and most respected gambling games in the world, played in the grandest casinos by the wealthiest elites. Yet, beneath all its grandeur, the rules were simple. Two hands were played—the Player and the Banker. The goal was straightforward: get as close to nine as possible. Numbered cards 2 through 9 carried their face value, while 10s, Jacks, Queens, and Kings were worth zero. Aces were one. If a hand’s total exceeded nine, only the last digit counted. For example, a hand with a 7 and an 8—which would normally be 15—was actually worth 5. There were no complicated strategies, no deep calculations like in blackjack or poker. It was a game of pure probability, a gamble in its truest form. And Peter? Peter had never played it before. “How much does the pizza boy even have to gamble?” Viktor sneered, lounging in his chair like a king on his throne. Peter didn’t flinch.
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Chapter 103: The Mirror Breaks
Peter didn’t speak.He didn’t fidget. Didn’t sigh. Didn’t crack a joke.He just stared at his chips, at the rising tower across the table that now belonged to Naomi.And behind her…Viktor.He hadn’t said a word since sitting on stage. He hadn’t offered a nod, a smirk, or a twitch of condescension.He simply watched.Like a king at court.Like a god behind glass.Peter had never feared silence until now.Because in that silence—there was no reassurance.No mockery to sharpen his edge.No reaction to push against.It was Naomi’s game now.Naomi, with her red ruby necklace glinting under the stage lights.Naomi, who once trembled in his arms after a stormy night.Naomi, who now looked at him like a rival she intended to erase.The dealer reshuffled."Next round," she said simply.They both submitted their participation chip and the cards were dealt. Naomi gave up one card.Peter stared at his hand.9-Spade, 9-Heart, 7-Diamond, 3-Club, 2-Spade.Another pair.Anot
Chapter 102: Another Break
During the break, the crowd buzzed with unease, trying to make sense of the exchange. Naomi had won the round, yes—but barely. And not convincingly. She didn’t celebrate. She didn’t even smirk. She simply gathered the chips with a mechanical hand, her mind elsewhere.Peter could see it. The flicker behind her eyes. The tremble she was trying to bury beneath bravado.And that’s when Viktor moved.He didn’t speak. He stood.Slowly. Deliberately. Like a king rising from a throne he never doubted was his.The lights of the hall seemed to bend toward him. Eyes turned. Voices hushed.Even the dealer, ever expressionless, paused mid-shuffle to watch.Viktor stepped onto the edge of the raised platform, not breaking eye contact with Peter. The distance between them was wide—but somehow, Peter felt like the man was breathing down his neck.“You’re clever, Peter,” Viktor said softly.His voice didn’t need to be loud. It carried.Too well.The crowd leaned in.Naomi’s spine went rigi
Chapter 101: Hunting
The next round began with the quiet tension of a lit fuse. The crowd, now too stunned to keep up their commentary, watched in breathless silence. Naomi’s win had widened the chip gap again — Peter’s stack sat noticeably shorter, Viktor’s calm presence looming larger behind Naomi’s chair like a shadow.But Peter wasn’t fidgeting anymore.He sat still. Thinking. Observing.No more frantic energy. No more reactive betting.This time, Peter was hunting.They both dropped their participation chip for this round and the dealer laid down the cards, smooth and methodical. Five cards each.Peter didn’t even glance at his hand right away.Instead, he studied Naomi.She shifted her chair an inch back. Adjusted her sleeve. Looked at Viktor for a brief second — and in that blink, Peter saw something she didn’t mean to show.Uncertainty.She was no longer gambling for herself.And it was breaking her.“Will you trade?” the dealer asked.Peter didn’t hesitate. “One card.”Naomi blinked
Chapter 100: Just Pressure
The next round was quieter.No shouts from the crowd. No big swings of excitement.Just pressure.Thick.Heavy.Alive.Naomi shuffled her cards with perfect grace, but her hands betrayed her — just slightly. A tremble in the thumb. A hitch in the wrist.Peter caught it all.This was new.Naomi had always thrived under risk. But now? The weight wasn’t just the money or the game. It was Viktor.The puppet strings were showing.Peter leaned back in his chair, deliberately casual, stretching his arms like he was lounging at a café.“I have to admit,” he said, eyes on Naomi but voice aimed at Viktor. “I thought you’d be scarier than this.”Viktor didn’t rise to the bait.But his fingers paused their motion along the rim of his untouched glass of water.Peter had noticed that too.No alcohol. No erratic behavior. Viktor didn’t gamble like Naomi.He didn’t chase the thrill.He chased the certainty of power.The illusion of invincibility.And illusions?Peter was learning
Chapter 99: After the Break
The 10-minutes break elapsed soon enough and the dealer reset the table.Cards shuffled. Chips stacked. The next round loomed like a guillotine blade, swinging lower and lower with each tick of the clock.Naomi’s fingers tapped lightly on the felt table. Her ruby necklace — the same fake one she’d worn since childhood — glinted under the spotlight. It was a small, meaningless trinket to anyone else. But to her, it was a reminder:You chose this life. You chose the gamble.Peter was silent, staring at his untouched chips.He had 75 billion left.Naomi had over 200 billion.It was a massacre waiting to happen.But Naomi didn’t look smug this time.She looked… hungry.“Shall we?” the dealer asked, almost too polite.They both dropped their participation chip for this round and the cards were dealt.Five each.No words exchanged.Peter peeked at his hand. Two pairs. Not bad. But nothing to write home about.Naomi looked at hers and — to Peter’s shock — laughed.Not a polit
Chapter 98: The Cornered King
The moment Viktor declared his 200 billion euro investment, the auditorium detonated in sheer chaos. Screams. Gasps. Phones snapping pictures. Some students stood in shock, others cheered like they were watching a high-stakes sports final. "Two hundred billion?!" "Is this real life?" "Who the hell has that kind of money just sitting around?" "That’s not gambling. That’s a declaration of war!" "Bro… this isn’t a game anymore. This is a massacre." Even some of the professors seated in the higher rows murmured uneasily, their whispers blotted by the crowd’s explosion of disbelief. A girl near the aisle dropped her soda and didn't even notice. A guy in a leather jacket muttered under his breath, "That’s more than the GDP of a small country." Katherina leaned forward in her seat, eyes wide with twisted delight. "Ooooh, it’s happening. The stakes are no longer just life or death — they’re legacy. This is beautiful." Grant, meanwhile, sat frozen in place — mouth parted, mind racin
Chapter 97: A Battle Beyond Money
The crowd exploded again.If Peter’s bet had been a bomb, Viktor’s was a nuclear strike.People screamed.Chairs clattered against the floor.Someone in the back actually fainted."TWO HUNDRED BILLION?!""IS THIS EVEN LEGAL?!""WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!""THIS IS MADNESS!"It wasn’t just a gamble anymore.It was warfare on a scale none of them had ever witnessed.---And in the center of it all —amid the chaos and disbelief —Peter and Viktor locked eyes.No words.No smiles.Just two forces of nature colliding —and only one of them would walk away.The second Viktor’s voice cut through the air —"Two hundred billion." —the reaction was cataclysmic.The arena didn't just erupt — it detonated.It was as if the very walls trembled from the shockwave of noise.A thousand voices screamed at once, the sound bouncing off the ceilings and hammering into the floor.Some people laughed hysterically, others yelled in disbelief, and still more sat frozen, mouths gaping like broken machines."TWO
Chapter 96: The Battle Escalates
For a single breathless moment, the entire arena froze.Then, dramatically — like an emperor descending into the gladiator pit — Viktor stood from his luxurious VIP seat and began making his way toward the stage.His every step echoed in the vast silence.A slow, deliberate, predatory gait — like a wolf circling wounded prey.The crowd instinctively parted for him, the sea making way for the storm.The overhead lights caught his sharp suit — dark as night — and made it gleam like polished obsidian.Every movement he made was smooth, precise, dripping with arrogance.He didn’t strut.He didn’t posture.He simply existed with an undeniable dominance.As he ascended the steps onto the stage, his smirk widened — the kind of grin you’d see on a man who already knew the ending of the story... and knew it ended in your ruin.---Peter’s fists clenched by his side.His mind scrambled to process what the hell was happening."What the hell is going on?!" he blurted, voice cracking with confusio
Chapter 95: Choosing Fire Over Safety
Risk made Naomi feel real. It reminded her she still existed — that she could still touch the world, and it could touch her back. But even with all the dares, the bets, the adrenaline highs, the near-death moments she laughed through… Something inside her stayed hollow. A part of her stayed cold. Like no matter how hard she ran, some piece of her was still trapped in that silent house, under a mother’s cold hand, waiting for a father who was never coming back. --- Until she met him. Until she met Peter. --- It was a cold, gray morning. The kind that makes the whole city feel dead. The sky was heavy with low, steel-colored clouds. The streets were slick with rain from the night before, the air sharp and damp. Naomi had her headphones in, lost in the beat of some reckless song — one that made her feel like she was the only real thing in the world. She didn’t see the bus. She didn’t hear the shouts. Didn’t realize the screaming wasn’t part of her music. Until — Hands.
