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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 1: The day had started like any other
Seated on his throne, Peter Donovan stared down at the kingdom he had built, reflecting on the long and painful road that had brought him here. The rise of a gambler who had once sworn never to take a risk. This is the tale of how he became the Gambit King. The day started like any other. “RISK NOTHING, GAIN NOTHING.” Peter pulled his scooter to a halt in front of a massive gambling billboard, the slogan glowing brightly. He stared at it, trying to make sense of the words, but the more he thought about them, the more repulsive they seemed. “Risk nothing, gain nothing?” he muttered under his breath. “No… it should be risk nothing, lose nothing. Risk anything, and lose everything.” His name was Peter Donovan, a seventeen-year-old pizza delivery boy in Monte Carlo, Monaco. In a city where gambling was the beating heart of the economy, Peter was an anomaly—a teenager who refused to bet his luck. For him, life was simple: a steady job, a beautiful girlfriend, and a loving mothe
The Gambling System CHAPTER 2: St. Lucille Hospital
Peter sat in the waiting room of St. Lucille Hospital, his legs bouncing uncontrollably. He couldn’t sit still. Every part of him wanted to burst through the doors and see his mother, to make sure she was okay. The clock on the wall seemed to mock him, each second stretching longer than the last. Finally, a doctor pushed through the double doors, scanning the room. “Peter Donovan?” He shot to his feet so fast he nearly stumbled. “Yes!” The doctor approached, his face calm but exhausted. “I have bad news.” Peter’s stomach tightened. “What… what’s wrong?” The doctor sighed, rubbing his forehead before meeting Peter’s eyes. “Peter… I’m so sorry. Your mother has been diagnosed with stage-one primordial spinal cancer. It’s aggressive, and she needs immediate surgery.” The words slammed into Peter like a sledgehammer. His vision blurred, his pulse hammering in his ears. His chest tightened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Cancer?” The word felt foreign in
The Gambling System Chapter 3: The riskiest risk of all
The guards dragged him out, his heart shattering with every step. His mother was dying. He was broke. And now… he had jobless. ….. Peter arrived home, drenched from the rain, his entire body numb—not from the cold, but from the crushing weight of despair. He had less than four hours to save his mother, and he had nothing. He dropped onto the worn-out couch in their cramped living room, his hands gripping his hair. His mother’s face filled his mind—her warm smile, her gentle touch, the way she made their tiny trailer feel like home. Without her, this place would be nothing more than four walls trapping him in his own misery. His breath hitched. She was his only light. And if she was gone… Peter’s hands clenched into fists. Anger rose inside him, but he had no one to direct it at—no one to blame. Until his gaze landed on the picture frame hanging on the wall. More specifically, on his father. His jaw tightened. His fists trembled.“He promised he’d be here,” Peter
The Gambling System Chapter 4: Black
Her smirk widened into a grin. “All of it? Big move, kid.”She frowned slightly as she appraised and checked through each chip to make sure they were valid and legit, before stacking the 25 chips, each worth a thousand euros. For a moment, she hesitated, then said quietly, “Good luck. You’ll need it.”She slid the chips across the counter. Peter stared at them like they were grenades waiting to go off. His hands shook as he picked them up.As he turned to face the tables, the weight of what he was about to do hit him. This wasn’t just about money. It was about his mother’s life.And now, there was no turning back.Peter stepped onto the gambling floor, gripping his chips like they might vanish if he let go. The noise hit him like a wave—laughter, shouting, the clinking of glasses and chips, the mechanical whir of slot machines. It felt overwhelming.And the stares—he could feel them. They weren’t just glancing this time. People were whispering, pointing.“Is that what I think i
The Gambling System Chapter 5: Embrace the darkness
The croupier’s hand swept across the table, collecting Peter’s chips in one smooth motion. Peter froze, his entire body numb. He stared at the wheel, as though willing it to spin again, but it was final. The little white ball rested in a red slot, mocking him. Around him, murmurs rippled through the crowd. A few spectators shook their heads and drifted back to their own games, while others lingered, staring at him with pity or curiosity, as if watching a tragedy unfold. Peter’s knees buckled. He gripped the edge of the table to keep from collapsing, his breath ragged. The number 20,625 pounded in his head like a hammer, louder than the noise of the casino. His mother’s face flashed before him—her frail body hooked up to machines, waiting for him to save her. He imagined walking into that hospital empty-handed, her hopeful expression fading into despair. He’d failed. “Rough break,” Falcone said smoothly, his voice slicing through the fog of Peter’s mind like a blade.
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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
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
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
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
Chapter 80: It's time for the second round
“It’s time for the second round,” the moderator announced, her voice cold and clinical, like the clang of steel in a surgical room.All the chalices were changed and two new set of three chalices were placed before them both.Katherina leaned back in her chair, lips twitching into a devilish smile. Her golden eyes narrowed to slits. Her fingers drummed softly against the edge of the table—an erratic, hypnotic rhythm.Look at him.Peter Donovan.Sitting there with that maddening calm, that illusion of control. But she saw it. Of course she saw it—the twitch in his fingers, the subtle tension in his jaw, the slight shimmer of sweat glistening at his temple like dew on a blade.He was in pain. Suffering. Barely holding himself together.And it was beautiful.She inhaled slowly, deeply, savoring it like a connoisseur would fine wine.Delicious.They all thought the same, at first.“She’s insane.”“She’s bluffing.”“She won’t go that far.”Fools.They didn’t understand her.
Chapter 79: The Taste of Ecstasy
“It was pure ecstasy…”Katherina’s voice dripped like warm honey, slow and indulgent. Her breath, heavy with memory, misted in the chill of the dimly lit underground chamber. She leaned closer to Peter, the gleam in her amber eyes not just wild — but hungry."My brain went completely numb,” she confessed, her lips curling into a sultry smile that was far too intimate for the moment.Peter said nothing.He knew he should look away, but her tale — her madness — had a magnetic pull. Against his better judgment, he found himself listening with a strange, dangerous fascination.Katherina’s gaze never left him. She watched him the way a predator admires prey not for its fear, but for its resistance.“I finally understood," she continued, her voice dipping lower, huskier, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the rim of her chalice, "why people fall so helplessly in love with gambling. It’s the rush… the moment you offer something you can’t afford to lose, and feel your heart clench tigh
Chapter 78: Katherina’s Obsession
Ever since she was a child, Katherina had always known something about her was off.Not wrong. Not defective. No, far from it.She was simply… too perfect.Her life was a string of effortless victories. Money, power, fame — she won them all with ease. Her family, the number one gambling clan in all of Monaco, had raised her among card sharks and high-stakes predators. Even though she was not a professional gambler, Katherina had bathed in that glittering world, outwitted her elders, and devoured her rivals.Yet, no matter how much she took, no matter how high the stakes, she felt nothing.Not joy. Not thrill. Not satisfaction.The crowd could roar her name.The cash could flood her account.Her opponents could sob and beg for mercy as they lost everything.But inside, there was only a yawning, empty void.Until the day she met Her.The Queen.Noir Quin.The moment their eyes met across the gambling table, something inside Katherina twisted — knotted in ways she had never
Chapter 77: As planned
Peter lifted the chalice to his lips, his hand steady in appearance but cold with sweat beneath the surface.Truth be told, he had never drunk anything this strong before. The bitter sting hit his tongue like fire and acid intertwined. His throat burned as the liquid slid down, a sharp heat blooming in his chest.But it wasn’t poison.He knew that before he had taken the first sip.Not because he was lucky.No — because everything had worked out has planned.He swallowed slowly, deliberately, locking eyes with Katherina the entire time.As the final drop passed his lips, silence wrapped the room like a noose.Grant, from behind the observation glass, slammed his hands against the panel, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror. His breath fogged the surface as he choked on fear.“Again, Katharina,” he began, voice smooth but laced with underlying pain, “I should thank you for choosing this cup.”Peter lowered the chalice slowly, with almost theatrical control. He tilted it to
Chapter 76: Thank you
Peter decided against using the system this time around, mainly because he had not fully recovered, the last thing he wanted was passing out again at a moment like this, only the heavens know what a maniac like Kat would do, besides he had another trick up his sleeve.They both picked their cards, and the cards were placed face-down across the grid, like traps laid in a battlefield.The backs of the cards, crimson and gold, glimmered under the harsh overhead lights, their designs swirling hypnotically — beautiful, deadly enigmas hiding life and death beneath their polished surfaces.Grant could hardly breathe.His chest heaved, but it was like the air itself had been sucked out of the room, leaving him gasping in a vacuum of fear. His vision blurred, sweat slicking his temples and rolling down his back in cold rivulets.He couldn’t stop shaking.His trembling hands hovered uselessly at his sides as he watched the camera fixed on him, its unblinking mechanical eye sealing his fat
