2025-01-15 16:50:15In a world where gambling rules, only those brave enough to risk everything can make it to the top.
Monte Carlo Gambling University—a prestigious institution where the ambitious come to master the art of betting. Among all gambling schools, it is the most competitive, with an acceptance rate of less than one in three hundred. For anyone dreaming of becoming a professional gambler, graduating from Monte Carlo G.U. is considered the ultimate achievement. Peter Donovan now stood among over a thousand applicants in the university’s massive conference hall, every seat filled with eager, determined, or outright desperate individuals. Some were young like him, others older and more experienced, but all of them had the same goal: to pass the entrance exam and claim one of the coveted spots at Monte Carlo G.U. Peter’s hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the smart watch strapped to his wrist. According to Noir, it was only thanks to her rare connections within the university that Peter had even gotten this chance. She’d also made him a bet: if he passed the exam, she would Fund his mother’s medical bills. This was his one and only shot. He wasn’t just fighting for a place at the school. He was fighting to save his mother and to rewrite his life. Suddenly, the murmurs around the room fell silent as a man stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding attention. He wore a sharp suit and carried himself with the confidence of someone who owned the room. “Welcome, aspiring gambits,” the man said, his voice booming. “Today is the day your fates will be decided. Many are called, but only a few will make it into Monte Carlo Gambling University.” The air seemed to thicken with tension. “The entrance exam will consist of three rounds,” he continued. “First, a luck-based gamble. Second, a luck-and-skill-based gamble. And third, a purely skill-based gamble.” Peter swallowed hard. “For the first round,” the man announced with a sly grin, “we’ll be playing a simple game of bingo.” A massive screen behind him lit up, revealing a grid of numbers ranging from 1 to 1057—the total number of applicants in the hall. “The bet is simple,” the man explained. “Out of these 1057 numbers, 200 are green, and the rest are red. Your task is to select one of the green numbers using the smart watches provided to you. Those who select green numbers move on to the next round. Those who select red are immediately disqualified.” The crowd tensed. “It’s fastest fingers, people,” the host added with a smirk. “Your time starts… NOW!” The room erupted into chaos as everyone bent over their smart watches, frantically selecting numbers. Some began scratching their heads, trying to calculate probabilities. Others picked at random, hoping luck would favor them. And then there were those who hesitated, paralyzed by the sheer pressure of the moment. Peter was one of them. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the screen. 200 green numbers out of 1057… less than a 20% chance. What kind of gamble is this? His breath quickened. His fingers hovered over the watch, but he couldn’t bring himself to press anything. Suddenly, the semi-transparent screen appeared before his eyes. ….. [BET DETECTED: QUEST ACTIVATED – BINGO ROUND] Objective: Select a green number. Reward: +5 EXP, Unlock new skill. Penalty: -3 EXP. …….. SKILL ACTIVATED: PROBABILITY VISION – Calculating each number’s probability of being green… ….. Peter blinked as percentages began to overlay the numbers on the watch screen. …… (42%, 40%, 37%, 35%, 32%, 30%, 27%, 25%, 20%, 17%, 15%, 10%, 7%, 5%) …… His jaw dropped. No way… this system really is a cheat code, he thought, his heart racing. The highest probability he could see was 42%. It wasn’t a guarantee, but it was better than blind guessing. He felt a rush of hope. Peter selected #24—it was the day of his birth and felt like a safe choice. But his watch buzzed with an error message: (Already selected. Pick another number.) “Crap” he should have known Now his options narrowed. The remaining available numbers flashed on his watch screen: 1003, 57, 600, 980, 567, and 703. Peter grimaced. None of these were in the 42% or 40% range. The best he had left was 37%— and the only number left that was #980. It wasn’t ideal, the odds were drastically low, but it was better than the others ..….. it was better than nothing. In a flash, he selected #980. The room fell silent as a loud beep signaled the end of the selection phase. “Time’s up!” the host declared, his grin widening. “All numbers have been chosen. Now, let’s see the results.” The massive screen flickered, and the tension in the room became unbearable. The host gestured grandly toward the board. “Let the unveiling begin!” The first number appeared. #12: GREEN. Cheers erupted from one corner of the hall as someone leapt out of their seat in triumph. The next number flashed. #742: RED. A groan followed, and someone slumped in their chair, head in their hands. The numbers began appearing faster now. #430: GREEN. #27: RED. #88: RED. #534: GREEN. The atmosphere grew electric. Some contestants clutched their watches, others stared at the screen with wide, unblinking eyes. Peter was frozen in place. His mouth was dry, his palms clammy, and his heart thundered in his chest. Each number felt like a hammer strike. The world around him blurred—faces, voices, everything—until only the screen remained. The results crept closer to his number. #654: RED. Peter’s stomach twisted. Then, his number flashed on the screen. #980: The host paused theatrically, his grin turning into a cruel smirk. “And for number nine-eight-zero…” The silence was deafening. Peter’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his chair. His chest felt like it might burst. Finally, the screen lit up. #980: GREEN.
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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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