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

This time, Rolf played a bit more cautiously. 


After all, only thirty thousand dollars remained. 


Of course, I had no intention of wiping him out completely. 


This last thirty thousand was the root that tied him to me. 


As long as that root existed, Rolf would devise ways to continue wagering against Dark. 


As long as he gambled, he would find himself ensnared deeper in this quagmire until he could no longer extricate himself. 


After some time had passed, Rolf managed to reclaim over ten thousand dollars, bringing his total to over forty thousand. 


In contrast, Dark had already amassed winnings exceeding two hundred thousand. 


They had initially agreed that regardless of who triumphed, they would conclude the game and share a drink at midnight. 


Now, with the hour approaching eleven, the end of the game loomed near. 


In this final hand, Dark dealt the cards. Rolf took his hand and pretended to ponder over his cards leisurely. 


Chapter 64: A Call for Help