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

After merely a few hours of play, Liora had lost over twenty thousand, hence her evident fury. 


"Have you noticed anything fishy about that rotund man?" Liora asked directly, her tone tinged with annoyance. 


"No," I shook my head, choosing not to disclose the truth to Liora. 


I realized that capturing the cheater tonight was an unattainable goal for us for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it was just the two of us attempting to catch the cheater, while three individuals were engaging in foul play at the table. No matter whom we caught, the others would turn hostile, leaving us powerless. Initiating any physical confrontation would only result in our losses. 


Chapter 56: The Art of Acting