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The Gambling System Chapter 42: Zircon Hall
Soon, the lecture came end, and Peter came out an infinite time more knowledge than before. As he walked through hallway, thinking of how best he could implement what he had learnt today, suddenly he noticed everyone was running, hurrying to the same directions.He confused, so confused that he stopped one and asked.“What going on”“Haven’t you heard” “Heard what?”“The Beast Gambit it gambling against someone in Zircon Hall” He answered before hurrying away.Peter tried to ignore it.He really did.Viktor was the last person he wanted to see again.But the moment he heard the name Beast Gambit, something inside him shifted. He had never forgotten that night in the gambling den. Never forgotten how Viktor sat there, smirking, as Peter humiliated himself at Baccarat.Never forgotten Naomi’s disgust when she had looked at him, broken and defeated.That night, Viktor had walked away the winner. And Peter? He had left with nothing but shame.His feet moved before his brain c
The Gambling System Chapter 43: A Lamb to the Slaughter
Peter’s fingers dug into the cold steel railing, knuckles turning white as he watched Grant shove his five million euros forward.“Deal.”The word rang through the air like a death sentence.A wild cheer erupted from the crowd, their excitement feeding off the growing tension in the room. They didn’t care about Grant. They didn’t care that he was about to walk into the biggest mistake of his life.They just wanted blood.And Viktor?He sat there, lazily swirling his drink, his golden eyes gleaming with something dark, something predatory.Peter swallowed the lump in his throat.This is wrong.This is so wrong.He should have stepped in. Should have yelled, warned, done something.But it was too late.The game had begun.The dealer shuffled with calm precision, her face unreadable as she flicked out the first two cards.Grant’s Hand:Eight of Diamonds (8)Five of Clubs (5)Total: 13A weak start. Too low to stand on.Viktor’s Hand:Jack of Hearts (10)Nine of Spade
The Gambling System Chapter 44: Gamble Alert
….GAMBLE ALERTGAMBLE #2TIME: TOMORROW 4:PM PMGAME SELECTED: SPORT BETTINGOPPONENT: LOGAN FISHERVENUE: THE VIEWING CENTER….His next gamble was tomorrow, and it was sport gambling. This was big and important news, but right now, his mind was in different place. His mind was with Grant. Peter’s breath was shallow. His hands, gripping the cold steel railing of the gallery above Zircon Hall, felt clammy, his fingers tense with a frustration he couldn’t name. He had just watched Viktor tear Grant apart—not just in the game, but in the way that truly mattered.The way that left scars.The way that left people broken.And yet, despite the humiliation, despite the fact that he had just lost everything—Grant wasn’t done.Peter watched as Grant trembled in his chair, his breathing erratic. His lips were parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.But Viktor?Viktor was already halfway out of his seat, already moving on, already bored.Like Grant h
The Gambling System Chapter 45: The Aftermath of Defeat
Hours had passed, but Grant remained seated at the table, frozen in place. The game was long over. The crowd had dispersed. The lights above the stage had dimmed. But he hadn’t moved.He had lost.Not just money. Not just pride.He had lost everything.His brain felt empty—no, dead. His limbs refused to move, his mind unable to process reality. Even as the security guards and dealers ordered him to leave, their voices felt distant, like echoes in a void.“Sir, you need to vacate the hall.”No response.“Sir, if you do not move, we will have to escort you out.”Still, nothing.They moved to forcefully remove him, but before they could, a familiar voice cut through the thick fog of his mind.“Grant, we need to leave.”The name pulled Grant from his trance like a beam of sunlight breaking through a storm-clouded sky.Slowly, his vacant eyes lifted to see Peter standing in front of him.“P…e…t…e…r,” he croaked, his voice barely holding together.“Yeah, it’s me.” Peter forced
The Gambling System Chapter 46: Viewing Center
The next day arrived in a blur, but the night before had stretched endlessly.Peter had barely gotten any sleep.He had tried—God knows he had tried. But every time he closed his eyes, his mind refused to shut down. Thoughts raced through his head like a never-ending reel of statistics, probabilities, and worst-case scenarios. His upcoming gamble was unlike anything he had faced before.Sports betting.There would be no reading an opponent’s poker face, no bluffing, no psychological warfare to exploit. This was a numbers game. A game of statistics and calculated risks.And that meant one thing—he had to be prepared.So instead of sleeping, he drowned himself in research. He pored over team histories, player performance records, injury reports, win-loss ratios, and betting odds. He memorized game trends, examined matchups, and even looked into past referee decisions for potential biases.By the time morning arrived, his mind was a storm of data.He wasn’t sure if it would be enough.Bu
The Gambling System Chapter 47: Place your bets
The dealer’s voice remained calm, unwavering.“The bet options will appear on your tab and the main screen before you. You have twenty minutes to place your bets before the game commences.”Peter inhaled sharply as his betting console lit up, the massive holographic interface spreading across his screen. Dozens of betting markets, odds, and payouts flooded his vision, each one offering a different path—victory or ruin.This was it.This was where gamblers were made.🏀 Betting Markets for Frostfangs vs. HurricanesBasic Betting MarketsMoneyline (Winner of the Game)Frostfangs to Win → 80x payoutHurricanes to Win → 00x payoutPoint Spread (Handicap Betting) (A way to balance the game by giving an advantage/disadvantage in points.)Frostfangs -5.5 (Must win by 6 or more) → 90x payoutHurricanes +5.5 (Can lose by 5 or less OR win outright) → 90x payoutOver/Under (Total Points in the Game)Over 5 Total Points → 1.85x payoutUnder 5 Total Points → 1.85x payoutOver 5 Total Points → 2.00
The Gambling System Chapter 48 – The First Quarter Begins
The Minnesota Frostfangs and New Orleans Hurricanes strode onto the court, met by a deafening eruption of cheers and flashing arena lights. The energy inside the stadium was thick, electric, buzzing with anticipation. This wasn’t just another game—it was a battle for playoff positioning, a clash that could define the season’s trajectory.Peter sat at the edge of his seat inside the Viewing Center, his fingers gripping the sleek leather armrests of his private booth. The 3D holographic display in front of him was so vivid, so life-like, that for a moment, he felt like he was actually courtside, breathing the same intensity as the players.Across from him, Logan Fisher sat back in his chair, completely at ease. He wasn’t leaning forward, wasn’t sweating bullets like Peter. No tension in his shoulders, no nervous glances at the screen.He was too relaxed.Too confident.Peter forced himself to ignore Logan.Because right now?None of that mattered.His entire focus was on the game.Becau
The Gambling System Chapter 49: The Second Quarter
The buzzer-beater still lingered in Peter’s mind.Brendan Irving’s deep three had tied the game at 27-27, but it had done more than just even the score—it had shifted the momentum. The Hurricanes fed off the moment, walking to their bench with their heads high, their energy contagious.Momentum was a dangerous thing.And Peter knew it better than anyone.Sitting in the Viewing Center, he let out a slow, controlled breath, his fingers drumming anxiously against the smooth leather of his chair. His bets were still alive, but this second quarter would be crucial. Across from him, Logan Fisher remained maddeningly composed, his posture relaxed, a faint smirk on his lips as he casually flicked a casino chip between his fingers.He wasn’t watching the game.He was watching Peter.Peter clenched his jaw and looked away. Logan could play mind games all he wanted—Peter had bigger things to worry about.On the massive 3D screen, the teams stepped back onto the court. The Hurricanes looked confi
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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.
Chapter 94: Naomi
The earliest memory Naomi could ever call happy wasn’t a birthday party or a family trip. It was standing on the edge of a rooftop. She was five years old. The air was crisp and wild against her cheeks, whipping her hair into her eyes. Her tiny sneakers teetered dangerously close to the ledge. Below her, the city stretched out in a chaotic mess of lights, honking horns, and life. She didn’t feel afraid. She felt free. For the first time in her short, confusing life — she felt truly, completely alive. --- Naomi was born in a city where gambling wasn’t just a pastime — it was a heartbeat. Lottery houses on every corner. Illegal poker games tucked into alleyways. Sports betting rings hidden behind barbershops. Risk and reward were the background noise of her childhood. Her father, Daniel, was a professional poker player. The kind of man who lived with cards always hidden up his sleeve and a crooked smile on his face. He played by instinct. By gut. He’d
CHAPTER 93– THE SECOND ROUND: PETER'S GAMBIT
Peter remained composed, outwardly calm, but inside his mind was a roaring storm of calculations and possibilities.He ran through the most plausible reasons Naomi might have for discarding two Tens—a strong starting hand in almost any version of poker.First possibility:She could simply be aiming for a deliberately weak hand. Something like:> 10-Heart, 10-Diamond, 7-Clover, 4-Diamond, 3-Spade.If she were betting on weaker hands winning, that would make sense. But not entirely.Showing your weakness openly is suicidal, Peter thought. Especially when victory depends on betting more aggressively than your opponent.Second possibility:A more dangerous one.> A-Clover, 2-Diamond, 2-Heart, 10-Heart, 10-Diamond.Maybe she originally had two pairs—Tens and Twos—and was throwing away the Tens to trick him. Or worse:> 7-Heart, 7-Spade, 7-Diamond, 10-Heart, 10-Diamond.Maybe she had a full house and was bluffing to bait him into choosing "Stronger."In that case, if Peter misread the situa
CHAPTER 92 – THE SECOND ROUND BEGINS
The dealer methodically shuffled the cards, the clean snap of the deck cutting through the thick, charged air of the auditorium. With careful precision, she dealt five cards to each player, her movements smooth, mechanical, and utterly without emotion.Another round.Another battle.Peter kept his gaze trained on Naomi, not missing even the slightest twitch of her face, the faintest flicker of her fingertips.“Playing with unfamiliar rules is quite the challenge,” Naomi said lightly, her tone almost playful.Peter narrowed his eyes.Don’t let her fool you, he thought grimly. She’s not nervous. She’s enjoying this.And now… now Peter understood her.Unlike standard poker, Choice Poker wasn't about bluffing your way to a fold.In this game, the real power came from winning the right to choose: stronger or weaker.Because of that, a rational player should only raise by the minimum—just enough to steal the choice without risking too many chips.Anything more was reckless. Stupid, even.Bi
CHAPTER 91 — The First Hand of Choice Poker
The silence in the theatre-like hall was pierced by the sound of ceramic clinking against polished wood.The dealer—a poised woman with a professional grace and a face carved from calm—raised a single custom poker chip into the air. The chip gleamed under the lights, etched with the gold-trimmed insignia of Monte Carlo Gambling University. Its edges shimmered in hues of midnight blue and crimson velvet.“One chip will be worth ten million euros,” she declared, her voice smooth and clear, amplified just enough to be heard throughout the auditorium. “Now then…, how many would you like to start with?”Naomi didn’t hesitate. She smiled sweetly, folding her hands atop the table like a noble lady in court.“I currently have 310 million euros,” she said in a polite, almost too-innocent voice. “So, I’ll take 31 chips, please.”The dealer nodded, motioning to her assistants. A sleek black tray was brought forward, stacked neatly with thirty-one chips, each one glinting like treasure.Then the
Chapter 90 – The Odds
“The odds are against Peter? How so?” Grant asked, narrowing his eyes at Logan, trying to hide the worry creeping up his spine.Logan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms, his voice calm but serious. “In ordinary poker, the player with more money has the upper hand. That's just a fact. Whoever controls the chips controls the pace of the game. If you have the larger stack, you can keep raising—over and over—until your opponent either folds or bleeds out.”Grant frowned. “Right, but that’s just normal poker. Isn’t this game a little different? You don’t lose automatically just because you have less money, right? You still get to play. You just don’t get to choose between stronger or weaker. That’s it.”“That’s it?” Logan repeated, chuckling darkly. “That one thing—that’s the whole game, Grant.”Grant blinked.Logan leaned forward now, speaking low but sharp, like he was trying to cut through the tension with every word. “The right to choose between stronger or weaker? That’s every
Chapter 89: The Rules of the Game
The stage lights dimmed as Peter and Naomi were ushered to their seats at the center of the circular platform. Two chairs faced each other beneath a low-hanging spotlight. Between them was a sleek, velvet-covered poker table. A hush fell over the crowd as the audience filled in around them, seated in rising tiers of deep crimson seats. It reminded Peter of a gladiator pit—only tonight, the weapons weren’t swords or spears. They were cards. And cash. Peter glanced out at the crowd. It was bigger than he expected—rows and rows of students, professors, spectators, and even masked officials from the gambling committee. Most of the faces were unfamiliar, but all wore the same expression: eager anticipation. Why the hell are they all here? Before Peter could gather his thoughts, a chime echoed across the hall. 9:00 p.m. Right on cue, the dealer walked onto the stage. She was a woman in her late thirties, with shoulder-length silver hair tied neatly in a braid that swung gently wi
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
