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

"Thank you! May you win a fortune tonight and strike it rich!" 


Despite my cold demeanour and taciturn nature, I found myself willing to converse with someone as amusing as Old Wu. 


With a hearty laugh, Old Wu pointed at me and declared with satisfaction, "You’re quite the charmer, young man. Come, call me 'Master Wu', and I shall reward you with two hundred..." 


As he spoke, he brandished a two hundred chip, waving it enticingly before me. Given his age, addressing him as 'Master' would not be out of place; however, I shook my head firmly. 


Old Wu gazed at me, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. 


"I don’t want it; I already have some!" 


With that, I reached into my pocket and produced five light yellow chips, each worth ten thousand. 


Chapter 69: Cheating