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

Apart from the man in glasses, I dealt a suited Ace to my neighbour, intending to use him as a pawn if necessary. As long as he didn't fold and the pot hadn't reached 20,000, the man in glasses couldn't outplay me. 


After two rounds of play among the six of us, three players folded after looking at their cards. This left the man in glasses, myself, and my neighbour at the table, all opting to see the game through. Both my neighbor and I continued to bet, while the man in glasses feigned readiness to swap out cards. 


Anticipating his move, I followed his lead and bet 1,000 deliberately, making it seem like I was bluffing. We continued this way, steadily increasing the pot until it reached 20,000, enticing everyone with the sight of the crimson banknotes on the table, igniting the greed in each player. 


Chapter 39: Insatiable Greed