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

Though the man in glasses could be begrudgingly considered a master gambler, he was, above all, a complete fool. When Huan gave him a playful tap, he naively believed she hadn't noticed his cheating. Not only did he display anger, but he also resorted to foul language. 


Huan, on the other hand, wore a charming smile and deliberately winked at him. "Why so furious, my handsome man in glasses? I'm merely curious about how you're switching cards…" 


Her words drained the colour from his face, leaving him ashen. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, betraying his inner turmoil—guilt, anxiety, and fear enveloped him. Yet, he continued to feign indignation, retorting, "What nonsense! When have I ever switched cards? Which of your eyes witnessed me doing so? Ask them, have I swapped cards?" 


Chapter 40: Self-Delusion