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

I never could have anticipated running into this cousin of mine, who once treated me like a stray dog, here. 


In the past, he and his father—my uncle—brought me nothing but pain, assaulting me with fists and sticks. 


The dark days of torment are memories I can never forget. 


All I feel for them is loathing and hatred! 


I steeled myself, trying to calm my emotions, and asked him, "How is my aunt doing?" 


I still hold some gratitude for my aunt. 


Rolf, as he shuffled the cards, casually replied, "Don't worry, she's not dead. With such a devoted son like me, how could she be?" 


He glanced at me and then inquired, "What are you doing these days?" 


"I'm working as a server at a bathhouse…" 


Upon hearing that I was merely a server, the surrounding gamblers looked at me with disdain. 


"A server like you should be working, not loitering around here!" Rolf sneered, his contempt palpable. 


I fell silent, choosing not to respond. 


Chapter 51: Fated Encounter