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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