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The Gambling System Chapter 34: Illusion of Chance
Peter’s fingers trembled slightly as he shoved his last 100,000-euro chip forward. His heart pounded against his ribs, his pulse erratic with frustration, humiliation, and an unbearable, boiling anger directed at one thing.Himself.How could he have been so stupid?He had played like a reckless amateur in the first round. No system. No strategy. Just gut instinct. And he got crushed.That was his fault.His jaw clenched, his body rigid with frustration. His opponent—the ever-stoic, ever-unshaken Dante Whittemore-Knight—remained composed as he matched the bet with 110,000 euros, once again ensuring he controlled the game.It was infuriating.That calmness. That absolute confidence.Dante wasn’t just playing cards. He was dominating the table. And the worst part? Peter had let him.The first round had been a humiliation, but he refused to walk away like a fool. He would adapt. He would win.……..[BET DETECTED: QUEST ACTIVATED – POKER DUEL]Objective: Win the game.Reward:
The Gambling System Chapter 35: False Pattern
……..[BET DETECTED: QUEST ACTIVATED – POKER DUELROUND 3]Objective: Win the game.Reward: +5 EXP.Penalty: -3 EXP.SKILLS AVAILABLE:1.Probability Vision2.Pattern Recognition Detector3.Tactical Vision4.Second Chance5.GAMBLER PROFILE….. Peter’s breathing was ragged, his pulse erratic. His hands trembled under the table, but he refused to let Dante see it. Refused to let anyone see it. He had played twice. Lost twice. And both times, it had felt like he was drowning—like no matter how hard he struggled, Dante had already seen the outcome.Poker was supposed to be a game of risk, of uncertainty. But against Dante, it felt like the outcome had been scripted from the start.That cold, emotionless stare. That unshakable confidence. That smirk.Peter hated that smirk.It was worse than an insult. Worse than Dante laughing in his face. It was pity.And that was something Peter Donovan could not stand.He had tried playing without the system. He had trusted his own
The Gambling System Chapter 36 – The Illusion of Strategy
Peter’s hands clenched into fists under the table. He could feel his pulse hammering in his ears, drowning out the noise of the room. The weight of another crushing defeat settled on his shoulders, suffocating and undeniable.Three rounds. Three losses.He had come in confident—no, desperate. Desperate to prove that he could compete. That he belonged here. That he could win.But Dante Whittemore-Knight had annihilated him. Every. Single. Time.Peter had used Probability Vision in their second match, believing that cold, hard math would finally give him the edge.He lost.Then, he tried Pattern Recognition Detector, thinking he could uncover Dante’s rhythms and habits, break through his unshakable composure.He lost again.Worse, he had trusted it—believed that Dante’s hesitation meant he had the upper hand. That the data was absolute.And yet, at the last second, Dante had flipped the entire game on its head.The system had been wrong.It had told him Dante was weaker. That
The Gambling System Chapter 37: Round 5
Peter’s breath came in ragged bursts, his pulse thundering against his skull like war drums. The weight of four consecutive losses settled over him like an avalanche, crushing, suffocating, relentless. He had nothing left but this final stack of chips—his last 100,000 euros.The room felt colder, though that was impossible. It was his own body betraying him, drenched in sweat despite the climate-controlled, luxurious interior of The Ace Court.All around, spectators whispered, their eyes flickering between him and Dante. Some with pity, some with amusement, but worst of all—some with boredom.Because at this point, they already knew how this would end.Just like the last four times.Defeat.Crushing. Overwhelming. Absolute.Dante sat across from him, calm, collected, untouched by pressure. His silver hair, pristine and unruffled. His posture, unwavering. His expression, that same unreadable mask of quiet superiority.He wasn’t even trying to humiliate Peter.That was what mad
The Gambling System Chapter 38 – The Impossible Gap
Peter sat frozen in his chair, the weight of his loss crushing him into the very fabric of reality.It was over.No money left to bet. No way to challenge Dante again.The second chance skill, pooped up but Peter would rather lose than use it again. After the hell he went through the last, why would do that to himself again.Other than that, he had used everything.Every skill. Every possible advantage the system could provide. And he still lost.Not just lost. He had been crushed.The room around him blurred. The whispers. The murmurs. The pity.Dante sat across from him, as calm as ever, as untouched as ever. His silver-white hair caught the soft glow of the lights, making him look more like some inhuman force of nature rather than a gambler.His expression? The same as before.Unreadable. Controlled. Supreme.Like he had already known this was how it would end.Like he had known from the very beginning.Peter’s fingers curled into his lap. His body felt hot and cold at
The Gambling System Chapter 39: The Aftermath
Peter returned home, dragging his feet through the doorway like a man carrying the weight of an entire casino on his back. The house felt emptier than usual, though nothing had changed. His body ached—not from physical exhaustion, but from the sheer emotional weight of the loss. Five games. Five humiliating defeats. And more than three million euros down the drain. His chest tightened at the thought. He had never even stood a chance.As he stepped further inside, his eyes landed on Noir, sprawled lazily on the couch, one leg draped over the other. She was dressed casually—an oversized shirt hanging just enough to reveal one smooth, bare shoulder. A glass of red wine rested between her fingers, the deep crimson swirling as she absentmindedly tilted the glass in slow circles.She didn’t even glance at him as she spoke.“How was the game?”Peter sank onto the sofa beside her, exhaling heavily as he let his head fall back. His limbs felt heavier than lead.“I lost.”Noir finally t
The Gambling System Chapter 40: Lesson 1
Noir reset the board with precise, practiced movements. The clacking of wooden pieces against the board filled the silence as she arranged them into their starting positions.“Alright,” she said, finishing the last adjustment before leaning back. “Your turn to play.”Peter blinked. “You’re white?”She smirked. “White always moves first. And this time, you’re the one learning. So go ahead.”Peter hesitated, then reached out and moved his pawn to e4—the most basic opening move in chess, one he had learned as a kid. It was simple, classical, and standard.Noir immediately responded by moving her pawn to e5, mirroring him.As she moved, her golden eyes flicked up to meet his.Noir smirked, resting her elbows on her knees as she stared directly at him.her words echoed in head again “I’m going to turn you into the greatest gambler to ever live.”Peter swallowed. The weight of her words settled heavily over him.His fingers hovered over the board, his mind no longer on the game. No
The Gambling System Chapter 41: lecture
It has been five days since his last gamble, and on Noir’s instruction went to attend gambling lecture. They weren’t compulsory to pass, but for a newbie like himself, Peter needed every piece of gambling knowledge he could get to survive.Peter slumped into a chair near the back of the lecture hall, trying not to look like he had just dragged himself out of the depths of hell. Losing to Dante had drained him of every ounce of confidence. His head still buzzed with frustration, and every time he blinked, he saw those damn Aces—mocking him, reminding him of how brutally he had been crushed.Now, he was sitting in a classroom, waiting for some professor to talk about gambling like it was a science.Like there were rules to something so cruelly unpredictable.The lecture hall itself looked like it belonged in a billionaire’s mansion. Gold-trimmed pillars, velvet seats, and a massive LED screen stretching across the front like a casino scoreboard. The students around him exuded quiet
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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.
