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

Within the entire VIP room, an unusual quietness enveloped the atmosphere. 


All eyes were fixed on the dice cup of the nine-fingered man. 


As Brenden's words faded into silence, the nine-fingered man raised his hand, and the dice cup opened. 


Elysianne, Su Mei, the undercover operatives, the dealer, and the waitstaff almost simultaneously let out a gasp of admiration. 


The six dice in the cup were arranged in a line, standing vertically within the cup. The topmost die displayed a vivid red dot. 


This technique, known as "Towering Pillar," was a skill mastered by many but controlling the dice numbers simultaneously was a rare feat. 


It must be acknowledged: this nine-fingered man was a master. 


The nine-fingered man emerged victorious! 


As the dealer began to collect the chips in front of Brenden, he suddenly exclaimed, "Hold on!" 


"What's the matter? Still unsatisfied?" the nine-fingered man asked nonchalantly. 


Chapter 48: Towering Pillar