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

The Eight Generals of Gambling Techniques. 


Divided into categories: Positive, Negative, Wind, Fire, and Dispel Rumors. 


Previously, I spoke of the Art of Command and the Fire General. 


Here, I wish to discuss the Counterplay. 


Some claim that Counterplay involves techniques such as provocation to entice others into a game. 


The true essence of Counterplay lies in the art of persuasion, coaxing individuals into participation. 


To put it plainly, it's akin to a honey trap. 


Initially, I had no intention of involving Filla. 


Yet, I found myself devoid of viable options. 


She was the only suitable candidate at hand. 


"There's a game that requires your collaboration; will you participate?" 


Without a moment's hesitation, Filla nodded eagerly. 


"Of course! What do you need me to do? I'm fully on board as long as there's profit involved…" 


This straightforwardness was one of Filla's few redeeming qualities. 


Chapter 53: Counterplay