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

He was acutely aware of the nefariousness of usury. 


But at that moment, he was already entranced. 


"Bring it to me! I’ll return it tomorrow..." 


"Sure! Wishing the boss a prosperous fortune!" 


The loan shark remarked, placing ninety thousand dollars on the table. 


However, Dark glared disapprovingly at the lender. 


A wish for wealth for him? What about us? 


Filla, who had been silent until now, suddenly whispered to Rolf, 


"I only invested twenty thousand. This loan shark business doesn’t concern me!" 


Though Rolf felt discontent, he refrained from voicing it. 


"It’s your turn; deal the cards quickly, no delays!" 


With the money in hand, Rolf spoke with newfound confidence. 


Under normal circumstances in this game, 


these cards would hold a value of about a quarter of the pot. 


Chapter 63: Collateral