During the years when I ascended to the pinnacle of gambling, I was enveloped in a world where luck intertwined seamlessly with strategy. The thrill of risk was my constant companion, and every hand dealt was an opportunity to weave a tale of fortune and fate.

In those vibrant nights, the casino lights flickered like stars, each glimmer promising untold possibilities. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the intoxicating perfume of ambition. My every decision was calculated, and executed with precision, as I danced with the tides of chance, confident in my ability to bend them to my will.

I became known not only for my remarkable skill but also for a certain charisma that drew others to me. Players regarded me with a mix of admiration and trepidation, for I was not merely a participant in the game—I was its master. The cards whispered secrets to me, and I understood the language of the dice as if they belonged to a realm where I reigned supreme.

Yet, amidst the glamour and glory, this intoxicating world concealed its shadows. The very allure that elevated me to greatness also harboured treachery and deception. I found myself ensnared in a web woven by those who coveted my prowess, eager to see me fall from grace.

In those years, I walked a fine line between triumph and disaster, relishing every victory while remaining ever-vigilant against the unseen perils that lurked in the shadows.

The Years I Was The Gambling God

The Centipede was deliberately trying to intimidate them. He sought a more advantageous witness. 


Filla appeared flustered, stammering, "I—I think I saw that the person who grabbed him had a playing card in hand..." 


The Centipede cursed, raising his hand menacingly. He had intended for Filla to be his witness, but to his dismay, she had spoken the truth. It seemed for a moment that he might slap her, but he hesitated and let his hand fall. 


This surprised me. I hadn't expected Filla to risk her safety to defend me and speak honestly at such a critical moment. 


The Centipede then tapped my head with an air of malevolence, stating, "Kid, you've been caught red-handed. What do you have to say for yourself?" 


"Centipede, your game is getting dirty. You know I didn't cheat better than anyone else!" 


Even with the blade pressing against my neck, I held my ground, glaring coldly at the Centipede. This scoundrel dared to play such underhanded tricks! 


Chapter 33: The Consequences of Betrayal