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 the towering pillar, caution in the opening of the cup was crucial. 


A single misstep could topple the dice. 


The person standing beside me could already see the five standing dice. 


Revelation of the topmost number was imminent. 


The edge of the dice cup lightly brushed against the column of dice. 


The stacked dice tumbled in an instant. 


Six dice are scattered across the gambling table. 


Elysianne subtly furrowed her brows, a hint of displeasure on her face. 


Only Su Mei, hands clenched, let out a sigh of regret. 


The dealer collected the five hundred thousand in chips in front of me. 


Five hundred thousand, gone just like that. 


Chapter 49: The Nine-Fingered Master