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Title: Lord of Chance

At the age of twenty-five, the world as everyone knows it ends — or so they say. When sleep finally claims you, you never wake again in your old life.

Chester, a brilliant but reckless gambler obsessed with unpredictability, has spent weeks defying sleep’s pull, terrified of the unknown that awaits beyond. His family — parents, sister, even his twin brother Solon — have all succumbed to the eternal slumber, leaving behind only silence and mystery.

When Chester and Solon finally surrender to the inevitable, they awaken not in death, but in a world far larger, stranger, and more dangerous than anything they could have imagined. Here, every choice is a gamble, every moment a roll of fate’s dice — and only those who master the Pillars of Power can survive.

Among sixteenothers trapped in this cruel trial, Chester embraces the Pillar of Chance, wielding chaos and probability as both shield and weapon. But in a game where trust is scarce and betrayal lurks in every shadow, can he outsmart fate itself — or will he become another lost soul swallowed by the nightmare?

Lord of Chance is a dark, gripping tale of survival, mystery, and the thin line between control and chaos in a world where destiny is the ultimate gamble.


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They had set up camp under a crumbling stone arch surrounded by twisted trees that groaned in the wind. Shadows danced across the cracked earth, and even the fire seemed uncertain if it should stay lit. Veyna stood watch, her silhouette razor-sharp against the flickering glow.


Marlo was silent, polishing the blade he'd retrieved earlier, eyes flickering toward Chester now and then. Keen, of course, had fallen asleep with his back rigidly straight, arms folded like a statue.


But Chester sat away from them all—near the edge of the light. Alone with his thoughts.


Five rolls had passed. He could feel the burn of risk in his fingertips again. The itch. The temptation. The calling.


"Let's see what the mad gods offer this time," he whispered to himself, cracking his knuckles.


A transparent dice shimmered in the air, spinning slowly with ethereal symbols glowing on each face. The words "Final Roll Available" floated above it.


The dice clattered through the void, slow at first, then faster, then stopping completely. The glowing symbols halted, and a screen materialized.


[Roll #6 Result: MYTHICAL ITEM – Sword of the Lord of Chance]


He blinked. Once. Twice. A third time. Even a fourth.


He reached out slowly—shaking—and tapped the description.


A weapon born from unpredictability itself. Can alter the outcome of any action 


Effect: Fated Gamble – Flip the conditions of success and failure.


A breathless, disbelieving chuckle escaped his lips.


Of course he stored it immediately. Too dangerous. Too tempting. Too soon.


But even hours later, lying on the cold dirt, the thought of that blade burned in his chest like a second heart.


Chapter 8 - CHAPTER 8:THE GIFT OF THE MAD GOD