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The Gambling System Chapter 81: Gambling with his life
The silence inside the observation room was suffocating.Grant sat in front of the camera, cards faced down on the cold steel table, his palms pressed together in a quiet, desperate prayer. The weight of the moment sat heavy on his chest.His eyes drifted to the monitor—Peter’s face stared back at him from the soundproof chamber, unreadable as always. Calm. Silent. But Grant could feel it—beneath that still exterior, Peter was waiting.Waiting for him.“Please…” Grant whispered inwardly. “Please tell me he sees it. Please let him understand what I’m trying to do.”This time, there was no bluff. No fabricated signal. This time, Grant had chosen a deliberate card pattern—one he believed Peter could read.He has to. We’re gambling with his life.Come on, Peter… trust me.He leaned forward.And flipped the five cards.One by one.Heart. Spade. Club. Heart. Diamond.His breath hitched.That was it. That was his line of thought. That was his message.Now, it was out of his han
The Gambling System Chapter 82 – Beautiful Wicked Devil
The room went silent.Not just quiet—but utterly, viscerally still. Time seemed to pause, caught in the tension between two heartbeats.Peter’s gaze didn’t waver.He watched her.He waited.Katherina clutched the empty chalice like a sacred relic, her knuckles pale against the cold metal. Her lips twitched, parted, trembled. Then—She smiled.“…Nothing happened.”Her voice was breathless, disbelieving, colored with tremors of adrenaline and awe.She lifted her head slowly, wide amber eyes locking onto Peter.“I’m not dead,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.Peter didn’t answer.She inhaled—then suddenly gasped. And the floodgates opened.Laughter.Loud. Raw. Rapturous.It burst from her throat with manic abandon, ricocheting off the stone walls like gunfire. Her entire body shook with it as she staggered backward, her laughter evolving into a near-ecstatic shriek.“I’m not dead!” she screamed, spinning on her heel with the grace of a mad ballerina. Her arms f
The Gambling System Chapter 83: Interference
In the soundproof observation chamber, Grant was practically buzzing with relief and joy. His fists clenched in silent triumph, his eyes wide with excitement.“Peter…” he whispered, eyes wide with admiration. “You’re amazing. You really pulled it off again. You knew exactly what I was thinking! We’re actually doing it.”He leaned back in his seat, a breathless grin overtaking his face for the first time since this nightmare began. Maybe they could win this. Maybe this hellish gamble could actually end in their favor.He grinned as he looked down at the next stack of cards laid before him. For the first time since this hellish game began, starting another round felt like good news.“This time, I’ll reproduce her lineup again,” Grant thought, flipping through the cards with eager hands. “Peter will catch on. We’ve got this.”But then—Riiiiing.The moderator's phone rang, sharply, slicing through the air like a guillotine. The moderator, ever calm and unreadable, picked it up and
The Gambling System Chapter 84 – Reflection of a Cheat
The cards were revealed.One by one, Grant’s lineup appeared on the screen.Heart. Spade. Club. Heart. Diamond.The silence in the chamber was electric, the kind of silence that comes not from stillness—but from tension so thick it strangles the air itself.Peter didn’t flinch. Instead, he scoffed, loud and deliberate.Then rolled his eyes.Then hissed—like a predator who had spotted something stupidly obvious in his prey.“How boring,” he said, dragging out the words like venom. “Katherina… are you even aware that Grant is right-handed?”“Huh?” Katherina blinked, caught off guard. “What does that have to do with anything?”Peter leaned back slightly, folding his arms, eyes fixed on the screen.“During the first and second rounds, he used his left hand to flip the cards,” Peter explained, his tone sharp. “And the symbols on the cards—did you not notice they were mirrored? The suits were reversed. Clubs and spades facing the wrong way.”Katherina’s brow furrowed.“The only
The Gambling System Chapter 85 – The Storm After the Silence
The moment Grant was unshackled and released from the nightmare underground, he didn’t pause. He didn’t question. He didn’t breathe.He ran.The corridors blurred as his footsteps echoed through them, heartbeat matching their pace. His legs screamed, his lungs burned, but he didn’t stop—not until he reached the hospital.The automatic doors hissed open. The sterile air of antiseptics and soft beeping monitors filled his senses. But none of it mattered—not the nurse passing him with a clipboard, nor the receptionist offering a quiet smile.Only the room at the end of the hallway mattered.Peter’s room.Grant approached quietly, his earlier urgency melting into something more hesitant, more fragile. He paused at the door, looking in through the narrow glass pane.And there he was.Peter Donovan.Sitting upright in the hospital bed, the white sheets folded neatly across his lap, an IV still trailing from his arm. He wasn’t asleep, but neither did he look awake. His eyes were open, fixed
The Gambling System Chapter 85: After a few hours
After a few hours, Peter drifted into sleep again. It wasn’t restful—his dreams were scattered fragments of shadows, twisted laughter, the scent of poison in the air, and the gleam of Katherina’s unhinged smile. But eventually, the exhaustion won out over the echoes of memory.When he woke up, the sky outside had already sunk into black with the last traces of dying sunlight. The world was quiet now—eerily so. For a moment, he forgot where he was. Then the hospital ceiling came into focus. The sterile air. The low, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor.But something was different.He wasn’t alone.There was someone seated beside him.This time, it wasn’t a stranger.It was her.Noir Quin.The scent of jasmine and cold steel seemed to announce her before she even spoke—a delicate paradox of elegance and edge.Peter blinked.She turned slightly, her head tilting with that familiar grace.Peter shifted slightly against the pillow. "O, finally. You’re back" “Yeah. I’m back.” she said, her t
The Gambling System Chapter 87: Years Ago
Years AgoAfter his father’s death, something inside Peter shut down.He still smiled at home—for his mother’s sake. He forced himself to eat dinner, talk about his day, pretend like things were okay.But the moment he stepped outside that front door, everything turned gray. School felt pointless. People became background noise. Every sound, every color, every bit of life dulled like a photograph left in the sun.He carried the guilt everywhere. Heavy. Constant.He blamed himself.But more than that—he blamed gambling.That final gamble… the one his father lost everything on.It didn’t matter that Peter had nothing to do with it. In his heart, he believed if he had been stronger, smarter, faster—maybe he could’ve stopped it.So he made a promise.No more risks.No more games.No more gambles.That was the code he lived by.Until the day he met her.---It was a cold, quiet morning. Peter had his hands in his pockets, walking to school like always—head down, earbuds in, lost in his tho
The Gambling System Chapter 88: Curtain Call
The hall was dimly lit, its architecture built to impress. Red velvet seats climbed in tiers like a coliseum for spectators of fate. Massive screens hung from the ceiling, and a wide digital stage sat at the center like a glowing arena. Peter stepped inside slowly, his footsteps muffled by the soft carpet. The place had the air of a theater, but instead of applause and monologues, it promised danger, pride, and humiliation.This was where stories were rewritten or crushed.He checked the time—ten minutes to the match.Might as well grab a drink.He walked toward the refreshment counter tucked against the back wall. A strange mix of calm and restlessness stirred in his chest. His mind was heavy, but his limbs moved light, like the air itself buzzed beneath his skin.“Glad to see you’re finally up.”The voice stopped him mid-step. Familiar. Smooth. Maybe even friendly.Peter turned—and found Logan leaning casually against the wall, a small bottle of water in hand.“Logan,” Peter said, b
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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.
