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

We both placed a bet of three thousand as the bottom stake. I was the dealer, shuffling the cards. 


I shuffled slowly. It looked clumsy as if I didn't play cards often. 


I messed up on one. I accidentally bent the corner of a card. 


"The card is broken..." I deliberately put on an embarrassed expression and looked up at Rolf. 


"You piece of trash, what else can you do? If you can't shuffle, get out of here!" Rolf became furious immediately. 


He grabbed the cigarette from the table and threw it at me. 


It was because he had marked almost all the cards in this deck. 


And his marking wasn't done in advance. 


After all, the cards were provided by the card room. 


It would take a long time to mark all the cards. 


Dark was about to get anxious. I immediately gave him a look, signalling him not to move. 


Chapter 61: The Game