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

Varg, in a moment of drunken candour, once shared with me his "Four Maxims": 


Never engage sincerely with a harlot;Do not sacrifice yourself for a slogan;Keep your true thoughts to yourself when dealing with others;Stir the waters before encountering a situation. 


In accusing me of cheating, the man in glasses was employing the essence of the final maxim, "Stir the waters before encountering a situation." However, whether or not I cheated was inconsequential to him now. 


What mattered most was his desire to provoke a conflict between me and the man with the gold chain, as only through such a discord could he hope to escape unscathed. 


Upon hearing this, the gold chain man fixed his gaze on me and demanded, "Do you have anything else to say? Strip down, I need to inspect you!" 


I had no intention of engaging in conflict with the gold chain man, but neither could I allow him to have his way. With a cold glare, I questioned, "And if you find nothing?" 


Chapter 41: The Enigmatic Beauty Boss