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

In this round, I dealt myself a flush starting with an Ace. 


The other four players revealed that the rose-tattooed woman had a flush starting with a Queen, while the slick-haired man and Eagle Nose both held mixed sequences. 


Normally, I should not have dealt such cards. In a five-player game, the hands could typically withstand a few rounds. 


While such situations were not uncommon, the presence of seasoned gamblers heightened the stakes; this particular hand would inevitably raise their suspicion. Yet, I had no choice. I needed to secure some wins, as any misstep today could prove disastrous. 


I initiated the betting with a maximum plunge of five thousand, keeping my cards hidden. 


The slick-haired man glanced at me, his demeanour stern. “You’re quite aggressive, young man, raising the stakes to five thousand right off the bat. I’ll call.” He tossed five thousand dollars onto the table. 


Chapter 76: The Distinction of High and Low