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 fool found himself in a precarious position, his face contorted in distress as he looked at Wulfgar, pleading, "Wulfgar, it was him who ordered me to search. Please don't hold this against me..." 


Wulfgar remained silent, seated in his chair, motionless. Meanwhile, Qingsan continued to press the fool with intimidation. "Quit your whining and start searching immediately!" 


With trepidation, the fool extended his hand, sifting through the pile of money. Wulfgar's expression grew increasingly dark, while the rotund man's brow was furrowed in anxiety. They both understood the gravity of the situation: should the card manipulator emerge, not only would they have to deal with Qingsan's demands for money, but their reputations within the circle would be irreparably tarnished. 


Despite the fool's relentless search, he uncovered nothing. "How can this be?" he questioned the buzz-cut man, who was equally perplexed. The rotund man and Wulfgar exchanged looks of confusion. 


Chapter 58: The Callousness of Gamblers