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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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Chapter 27: Carnival of Chaos and Destruction


Twisting beasts stalked the ruins. The very air felt cursed — thick with fear, magic, and blood. From the hilltop, five figures stood like hunters in the dark.


"I used Ghost Thread on Chester back when we were still allies. It's been quietly feeding me his location. Always."


The others glanced at him — Vex, the Destruction Pillar wielder, bloodthirsty and twitching. Torren, whose Soul Pillar flared faintly with aura. Lysa, her eyes calm, mind ticking like a machine. And then... Riven, the enigmatic wielder of the Chaos Pillar, silent and unreadable.


"He's close," Marlo said, smirking. "And guess what? He's alone."


They descended from the ridge — five against one.


Chester. Standing amidst the horror. Wind tearing at his cloak, sword in hand, mask gleaming. He looked like a ghost at the heart of a storm.


Chester tilted his head slightly, speaking in that too-calm voice.


Torren narrowed his eyes. "Where's your team, 'Lord of Luck'?"


"They're exactly where they need to be. Just like you are."


He turned slightly. From the shadows stepped Riven.


Chester gestured lazily with his blade. "You all believed I was just fumbling around. A clown. A fool. You saw what I wanted you to see."


Riven's voice broke the silence. "And I played my part."


Chester's voice softened. "This whole time, I was never alone. I just wore the mask."


Riven nodded. "We both desired chaos. But not the same kind."


Then, without warning, Riven rammed his bare hand through Chester's back.


Chester gasped, mouth agape. The sword slipped from his fingers and hit the ground with a dull clang.


"You were useful," Riven whispered. "But your chaos was… too controlled."


Marlo's jaw dropped. "You... you betrayed him too?!"


Riven turned to the others, cracking his neck.


"I never wanted order. Not even strategic chaos. I wanted to unleash."


Vex stepped forward, laughing maniacally. "NOW that's what I like to hear."


He lifted his hand — pulsing with terrifying force.


"Crackpoint Impact. A single touch — total obliteration."


Riven raised both arms wide and roared, his voice echoing through the crimson skies:


> "Let the Carnival of Chaos and Destruction begin!"


Thunder crashed. The monsters screamed louder. And Chester's blood stained the nightmare ground.


Chapter 27 - CHAPTER 27:CARNIVAL OF CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION