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

This was my first time in the VIP room of the Tianxiang Casino. The space was expansive and adorned with opulence, specifically designed as a suite. Upon entering, one could find a semi-circular bar stocked with a variety of beverages, alongside a custom-made cigar cabinet and a cosy lounge area for savouring cigars. The actual gambling section was where the true stakes lay, featuring a grand circular gaming table surrounded by various gaming implements. 


Upon our arrival, Elysianne was already present. The moment she caught sight of me, she furrowed her brow slightly, reminding me that she harboured lingering feelings from her afternoon loss to me during her walk back with Su Mei. 


The nine-fingered man had already taken his seat at the table. Su Mei, wearing a smile that exuded courtesy, addressed him, "Sir, since this is a VIP room, the stakes must correspondingly escalate…" 


Chapter 47: A Clash of Masters