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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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Day five in the nightmare. Only eleven remained from the original sixteen. Five had perished mysteriously in the last two days—vanished without a trace, swallowed by the shadows of this cruel place. Chester's heart beat faster—not from fear, but excitement.


He ran a hand along the hilt of the Sword of the Lord of Chance, feeling its chilling weight. The blade shimmered faintly, almost alive. As he grasped it, visions flashed before his eyes—fragments of fate weaving and unraveling, probabilities folding like paper. The sword wasn't just a weapon; it was a key, a conduit to the raw chaos of chance itself. It could alter outcomes, bend fate, but at what cost? That, Chester did not yet know.


With every swing of the blade, the air crackled, whispering secrets only the worthy could hear. Chester smiled, a mad glint in his eyes. He had been patient, but now was time to test his greatest tool.


Then, as if the nightmare itself wanted to taunt him, he caught sight of the man from the Destruction Pillar group—the one who had been sneaking around. The same man who had earlier whispered words of betrayal and ruin. Chester's eyes narrowed.


"The traitor got back faster than me... He said he was going to watch butterflies," Chester muttered, voice low but amused.


Without hesitation, he stepped forward, voice calm but sharp. "Plotting your group's downfall again? You're not as subtle as you think."


The man bolted, vanishing into the shadows.


Chester's grin widened, folding back into his mask of foolishness. "I already knew... I just have to keep playing the fool till the finale."


His mind raced as he pocketed the sword, feeling its latent power hum like a heartbeat. The stakes had never been higher.


Chester's fingers hovered over the dice—three rolls left. The moment to gamble everything was near.


With a breath, he whispered, "Let's see how deep this rabbit hole goes."


He cast the dice—rolling one, then two, then three in rapid succession.


Chapter 11 - CHAPTER 11:THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM