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

"How did you know it was me?" Elysianne inquired once more. 


As a seasoned gambler, I never believed in coincidences. 


From the moment Su Mei instructed me to wait for her in the secluded corner of the casino, things felt awry. 


Usually, she would have me visit her office. 


Or simply wait for her call in the bathhouse. 


But this time, she chose the secluded corner. 


And in that corner happened to be a beautiful woman. 


A woman who, coincidentally, initiated a conversation with me, asking for a cigarette. 


And the fruit machine happened to hit the jackpot. 


When all these coincidences align, they cease to be mere happenstance. 


Other than premeditation, what else could it be? 


The only person who could orchestrate such a scheme, someone I had not yet met but who could establish a thread of connection with me, was none other than Elysianne. 


Chapter 43: The Beauty Contest