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The Gambling System Chapter 72: Adjust your schedule
Peter jerked backward, the cold metal of the hospital bed frame pressing against his spine. His pulse quickened, panic knotting in his chest.“What—what the hell are you talking about?” His voice cracked, halfway between a question and a plea. “You’re not… you’re not my next gamble.”The words tasted hollow in his mouth, as if saying them out loud would somehow make them true.But the girl's grin only sharpened, wicked and knowing. Her amber eyes gleamed with mischief, as though she relished his denial.“Oh, really?” she purred, her voice silk over steel. “Then I suppose we’ll just have to adjust your schedule, won’t we?”Without warning, she produced a pair of metal handcuffs from behind her back, their polished surface catching the sterile hospital light. In a swift, practiced motion, she snapped them around Peter’s wrists, chaining him to the cold side rails of the bed.“What the—?! No, no, no! This is insane!” Peter thrashed, the cuffs biting into his skin as he struggled. "Uncuff
The Gambling System Chapter 73: Where are we
Peter’s eyes fluttered open, his vision blurred by a haze of dull pain and sedative fog.The first thing he noticed was the cold.The air was damp, heavy with the scent of rust and mildew. Rough stone walls surrounded him, their surfaces cracked and worn by time. Exposed pipes snaked along the ceiling, and dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor. It was hard to believe such a grim, decrepit place existed beneath the school.Peter's wrists ached where the cuffs had bitten into them. He was no longer restrained, but he wasn’t free either.Standing along the perimeter of the room were a line of burly, stone-faced bouncers—hired muscle that looked entirely out of place in a school setting. And in front of them, poised like a queen addressing her subjects, stood Katharina.“Ah. No need to look so upset, Peter,” Katharina purred, her lips curling into a sharp, satisfied smile.Peter’s voice came out hoarse but defiant. “What the hell do you want from me? And what
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.
The Gambling System Chapter 6: QUEST ACTIVATED: ROULETTE REVENGE
Peter had passed out. Hours later, his eyes flickered open. He wasn’t healed. He wasn’t saved. But he was alive. And for the first time in his short, miserable life, he felt the faintest glimmer of something foreign.Hope.The rain poured steadily, washing blood and grime from his face. His body screamed in protest as he raised himself to a seated position, his limbs heavy as lead. The pain was unbearable, but the fact that he’d survived—that he could move at all—left him more stunned than anything.It had to be a dream, Peter thought. But as he clutched his chest, gasping for breath, the semi-transparent screen appeared in front of him again, its glow cutting through the rain.……..[PLAYER PROFILE]LEVEL: 1EXP: 0/100Skill: NoneInventory: See more...…….Peter blinked, his eyes widening. “Oh, it definitely wasn’t a dream,” he muttered.……[SYSTEM REPORT]Default system skill attained: Bank Roll Level 1 – 1 million euros per day.Explanation: The player is granted 1 m
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Chapter 73: Where are we
Peter’s eyes fluttered open, his vision blurred by a haze of dull pain and sedative fog.The first thing he noticed was the cold.The air was damp, heavy with the scent of rust and mildew. Rough stone walls surrounded him, their surfaces cracked and worn by time. Exposed pipes snaked along the ceiling, and dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor. It was hard to believe such a grim, decrepit place existed beneath the school.Peter's wrists ached where the cuffs had bitten into them. He was no longer restrained, but he wasn’t free either.Standing along the perimeter of the room were a line of burly, stone-faced bouncers—hired muscle that looked entirely out of place in a school setting. And in front of them, poised like a queen addressing her subjects, stood Katharina.“Ah. No need to look so upset, Peter,” Katharina purred, her lips curling into a sharp, satisfied smile.Peter’s voice came out hoarse but defiant. “What the hell do you want from me? And what
Chapter 72: Adjust your schedule
Peter jerked backward, the cold metal of the hospital bed frame pressing against his spine. His pulse quickened, panic knotting in his chest.“What—what the hell are you talking about?” His voice cracked, halfway between a question and a plea. “You’re not… you’re not my next gamble.”The words tasted hollow in his mouth, as if saying them out loud would somehow make them true.But the girl's grin only sharpened, wicked and knowing. Her amber eyes gleamed with mischief, as though she relished his denial.“Oh, really?” she purred, her voice silk over steel. “Then I suppose we’ll just have to adjust your schedule, won’t we?”Without warning, she produced a pair of metal handcuffs from behind her back, their polished surface catching the sterile hospital light. In a swift, practiced motion, she snapped them around Peter’s wrists, chaining him to the cold side rails of the bed.“What the—?! No, no, no! This is insane!” Peter thrashed, the cuffs biting into his skin as he struggled. "Uncuff
Chapter: Shadows of Loss and the Stranger’s Return
“That’s two losses now, huh?” Peter’s voice rasped out of him, rough as gravel. The words hung in the air like smoke, bitter and heavy. The pain was there—undeniable, ragged, raw. Noir didn’t just hear it. She felt it. Sitting at his bedside, she watched him with narrowed eyes. Her usual sharp composure was there, but beneath it flickered something rare: genuine concern. “Peter,” she began, her tone tight but softening at the edges, “do you want to tell me what happened?” She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing with focus. “I went over the replay. You were winning, Peter. Dominating. It wasn’t even close. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Her gaze sharpened, confusion curling into her features like smoke. “But then, the final round—you placed such a simple, careless bet. Almost like… like you were throwing the towel in on purpose.” Peter’s eyes, bloodshot and rimmed with fatigue, met hers briefly. For a heartbeat, he saw everything in her expression. Curiosity. Co
Chapter 70: Overtime
The moment the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of regulation, Peter felt his body collapse inward.Not physically—though every muscle in his body was locked in unbearable agony—but mentally, emotionally, in a way that left him utterly drained, breathless, and gasping for relief.Overtime.His mind screamed in protest. He had prepared himself to endure four quarters, to suffer through every second, to etch every play into his memory until the final whistle set him free.But the game had denied him that release.The ball had rimmed out.The score remained locked.And now, he had five more minutes to endure.Five more minutes of blinding, skull-crushing pain.Five more minutes before he could activate the Second Chance System and rewind time, before he could use everything he had memorized to place the perfect bet, the ultimate parlay.Peter’s vision swam. His fingertips tingled. His ears rang.He barely heard the thunderous explosion of the crowd, the rising hysteria as thousand
Chapter 70: The Final Quarter Begins – A Battle Against Time
The buzzer screamed, echoing through the packed Pacific Coliseum like a war horn calling soldiers to their last stand. The start of the fourth quarter. And for the briefest of moments, Peter exhaled. One more quarter. That was all. Twelve more minutes. Just a short, final stretch of play stood between him and the end of this torment, the unrelenting, skull-crushing agony that had latched onto him like a parasite, sinking its claws deeper with every second. His body was rebelling against him, his nerves burning, his vision a mess of shifting colors and dark, creeping edges. But none of it mattered. Because when this game ended, it would not truly be over. He would be here again. With knowledge. With power. And this time, he wouldn’t just be a spectator. He would control everything. .... The Pacific Coliseum was no longer just a venue—it was a living, breathing entity, pulsing with the collective heartbeat of thousands. The energy in the air was suffocating, thick with tensio
Chapter 69: Third Quarter: The Breaking Point
Halftime had come and gone, but the tension inside Pacific Coliseum had only intensified. The air was thick, electric with anticipation, as fans murmured and shifted in their seats, waiting for the next act of this high-stakes drama to unfold.On the scoreboard, the numbers stood frozen like a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled:Golden Blades 48 – Nightwings 48.A deadlock.But not for long.The Halftime Adjustments – A War of StrategiesBoth teams had spent the break not just recovering, but recalibrating. In the Golden Blades’ locker room, their coach had hammered in a singular message: Speed. Attack. Pressure. They would push the pace even harder, forcing the Nightwings into mistakes, into exhaustion.The Nightwings had responded with resolve. They weren’t going to let the Golden Blades dictate the game. Their plan? Tighten the defense, control the boards, and let Malcolm Raines take over.As the players emerged back onto the court, the difference in energy was visible.Chris Hollowa
Chapter 69: Second Quarter: The Pulse of the Game
The energy inside Pacific Coliseum was an uncontrollable wildfire, burning hotter with each passing moment. The first quarter had been a whirlwind—momentum shifts, highlight plays, defensive clashes that left the crowd gasping. The Los Angeles Nightwings and the San Francisco Golden Blades were locked in a battle of wills, neither team willing to surrender an inch.As the buzzer signaled the start of the second quarter, the scoreboard glowed like an omen:Golden Blades 28 – Nightwings 26.The lead was fragile, like a thread stretched too tight, ready to snap.Peter barely registered the score.He wasn’t here to celebrate a win or mourn a loss. He was here to learn. To absorb. To engrave every shift in the game into the marrow of his memory.Because when this was over—when he activated Second Chance—he wouldn’t be betting on probabilities.He would be betting on certainty.The Pain Creeps InA dull, persistent pressure pounded behind his eyes, growing heavier with every flicker of move
Chapter 68: The Roar of the Coliseum
The Pacific Coliseum pulsed like a living entity, a vast and untamed force barely contained by the steel and concrete of its structure. The air inside was thick with tension, humming with the anticipation of thousands of spectators, their voices merging into a singular, deafening roar. Banners rippled above the crowd, team colors clashing in a sea of loyalty and rivalry. The spotlights overhead swirled in rhythmic patterns, casting brief halos of light over the freshly polished court, illuminating every scuff, every line—a battlefield awaiting its warriors.The bass from the pre-game music thumped like a heartbeat, reverberating through the floor, through the walls, through Peter’s skull. A sharp pain throbbed behind his eyes, an unrelenting pulse that grew heavier with every drumbeat. His temples felt caught in a vise, his breath coming slow and deliberate as he tried to dull the ache, to push it into the background.He had to focus.Not on the outcome. Not on the competition.Only o
Chapter 65: Round 5
Pain.It was becoming a constant. A companion he never invited but could no longer shake.Peter’s head pulsed with it, a dull throb behind his temples that refused to ease, no matter how much he tried to steady his breathing. The world around him felt strangely off—too bright, too loud, too fast.Peter’s head was pounding.The ache had settled behind his eyes, a dull, unrelenting pressure that refused to fade. Every breath felt heavier, his body sluggish, his thoughts running in loops. The encounter in the restroom still clung to him, but he shoved it aside. He had to focus.The moment he and Logan stepped back into the Viewing Center, the grand display walls flickered to life. Screens stretched across the room, wrapping them in a high-definition arena of color and movement. The very air hummed with the weight of high-stakes betting.Peter barely registered it.His fingers twitched at his sides. His breathing was slow but uneven. The pain wasn’t fading—it was building. Growing sh
