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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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The fire crackled softly beneath the ash-gray sky. A strange tension rested in the air—thick like fog, heavy like secrets.


Eight remained. Two days left. And not one person slept.


Chester leaned against a crooked tree, arms folded as he flicked through his inventory in the system tab. His masked face reflected the eerie light of the floating interface.


Sword of the Lord of Chance (Mythical Weapon)


— Trait: Chaos Rolls – Every time the wielder is having odds , the sword has a chance to trigger a unique random effect


— Trait: Once per 3 days, roll to gain an effect—be it gift or gamble


His gaze hovered over the sword, and a crooked smile tugged beneath the mask.


> "All these tools… and they think I've been fumbling in the dark."


Veyla appeared behind him, arms crossed. Keen followed with his usual unreadable calm.


Chester nodded, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Let's end the farce."


Meanwhile, Marlo sat beside a new campfire. Five of them huddled together now—the last of the rival faction.


Vex – Destruction Pillar: Muscular, blunt, and full of fury.


Riven – Chaos Pillar: A quiet boy with eyes too calm and a smile too strange.


Lysa – Memory Pillar: Her eyes darted constantly, as though recalling too many things at once.


Torren – Soul Pillar: The self-proclaimed philosopher with the smirk of a predator.


Marlo – Veil Pillar: The supposed turncoat.


Vex slapped Marlo on the back. "Smart move. With you, we're ironclad."


"I just go where survival smells stronger," Marlo muttered.


Riven chuckled, spinning a miniature black vortex between his fingers. "You chose well."


But something strange lingered in his smile.


Back at the original camp, Chester let out a low whistle. "Marlo's really committed to this little theater."


Keen exhaled. "You're sure about your countermeasures?"


"Of course," Chester said. "He thinks I'm a fool. Let him."


His voice dropped, just for Veyla and Keen.


> "I knew Marlo would jump. But I planted a deeper hook in that group days ago."


> "One of them thinks they're betraying me. They don't realize I already offered them something better."


Chester just grinned. "That's the fun part. We'll find out tomorrow."


The fire crackled again, as if it too were laughing.


Chapter 18 - CHAPTER 18:THE FOOL'S HAND