The Gambler Synopsis 소설 & 이야기

I wasn't omniscient, and experiencing a sudden tear in the reality before me felt like a real punch to the gut. "Miss? Are you placing a bet?" the dealer asked, his eyes tracking my pale face. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my trembling hand to slide my entire stack of chips onto a single, highly unlikely number. "Everything on Black 22," I said, my voice barely steady. A few seasoned gamblers around the table chuckled, shaking their heads at the foolish girl throwing her money away on a single number but I didn't care. I already saw it and I was going to gamble.

His whole body started trembling. "Lane… I…" He reached shakily toward the hem of my pants. I stepped back immediately, avoiding his hand as if it were filthy. "Kian, have you ever seen a gambler before?" I looked directly into his eyes, speaking slowly and clearly, "Gamblers never regret gambling. They only regret the order in which they played their cards. "You’re not crying because you regret cheating on me. You’re crying because you lost. "You lost the woman who treated you like her entire world. You lost the free caretaker who cleaned up your life and loved you unconditionally.

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

They deliberately avoided me and pulled Cassian into the stairwell. Sabine, however, sent me a livestream video directly. "Cassian, why not hold off on the abortion for now? Aren’t you curious whose child Kaelith is actually carrying?" "Yeah. Since she’s already pregnant, let’s make another bet—this time for $100 million. Five men, three babies." "That guarantees three winners and two losers. Just thinking about it is thrilling. It’s only a few extra days for another test. What’s the rush?" "Who knows? Maybe all three damn kids are mine, hahaha!"

"Oh my god, I've never seen a match at this level end in under ten minutes. They're definitely the dark horse of this tournament!" "Wait, isn't that LeoWinter's ID? I think I've seen someone streaming with a very similar playstyle before." "Yes, yes! That streamer with the really edgy name… I think it was Checkmate Zero!" Madison suddenly turned her head. "Did you say Checkmate Zero?" Her match slot was scheduled relatively late, and her coordination with Bruce had been mediocre at best over the past six months. She had originally entered this competition without much expectation of winning. But only she knew the truth. She had abandoned everything just to come here and see the streamer she

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.

Gigi had been anxious about why her street-fighting champion friends were not here yet, but her attention had unknowingly shifted to the gambling table. She now cared more about the bumpkin loser’s dumb begging face when he lost the $1,500,000. She could even imagine Javier kneeling before her and pleading with her in tears and snot. The more she thought about it, the more pleased she was. Gigi reveled in her imagination as she scoffed. “Stupid beggar, I’ll watch how you die in a while!”

Everything glittering with dragon gold and vampire glamour. Dragons run The Inferno. They run most supernatural casinos. Patient, calculating, rigging every game just enough that house always wins. They've been perfecting probability manipulation for millennia. I'm here because I need distraction. The frame's planted, evidence is aging, but I can't spring it yet. Need another week minimum before it looks like I discovered the theft naturally. The waiting's killing me. So I gamble. I head to the roulette table. Ten other players, mix of supernatural. Two vampires, three werewolves, handful of fae. Everyone here has money to burn or debts to ignore.

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.