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

"Excellent? Do you still dare say 'excellent'? Why resort to cheating in your domain?" Su Mei's anger was palpable. 


My gaze immediately shifted towards the mirror. 


The composure of Donald left me somewhat suspicious; had he relocated the watch? Without concrete evidence, Su Mei was powerless against him. 


Yet there it sat, the watch still on his wrist. 


Why then did Donald remain so composed? Could it be that I had erred in my judgment? 


"As one ascends, water flows downhill. Why else? For money!" Donald's blatant admission caught me off guard. 


More boldly still, he spoke while insolently locking eyes with Su Mei. The audacity of his demeanour almost shifted the blame away from himself to Su Mei. 


Suppressing her fury, Su Mei demanded, "Hand over your cheating watch." 


Without hesitation, Donald removed the watch and placed it on Su Mei's desk. 


"This is not a watch, it's a detector. If you like it, it's yours..." 


Chapter 29: Hubris and Intrigue