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

In truth, this was Filla's motive for getting close to me. Ever since she discovered I was a skilled gambler, she constantly sought to be around me. After all, making money as a skilled gambler was far quicker than her massage and flesh trade. 


I had no intention of mingling with Filla, but owing her a favour today meant I'd need to repay it eventually. So, why not settle it now? 


I didn't beat around the bush. Looking at Filla, I asked directly, "How much do you want?" 


Initially taken aback, Filla quickly replied with a smile, "Amount doesn't matter. You won, just reward me as you wish. I'm not at all greedy..." 


I chuckled inwardly. Not greedy? When she was at my place, I asked her to take a 500 massage fee, but she secretly took a thousand. I certainly didn't trust such a woman. 


"Fine, 30% for you, but just this once, no further!" I declared, sensing Filla's disappointment, yet she agreed with a nod. 


Chapter 38: Hidden World