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

The two turned simultaneously, gazing at me with expressions of confusion. I replied calmly, "You can't go downstairs just yet. If they spot you, you'll be in grave danger; both your lives and your money will be at risk!" 


Upon hearing my words, both of them appeared dumbfounded. Yet, they understood that I spoke the truth. The slick-haired man pondered for a moment before pleading, "Brother, we’re from out of town and unfamiliar with the area. Could you please help us find a safe place?" 


“Follow me!” I replied, turning on my heel. By this time, the power had returned, illuminating the corridor; however, the clamour of earlier struggles had vanished. Many heads peeked out from various doors, eager to glean the happenings. 


The slick-haired man and the rose-tattooed woman remained visibly anxious, clutching the suitcase tightly and carefully trailing behind me. I led them into a pre-booked standard room. As soon as we entered, they regarded me with perplexed expressions. 


Chapter 78: The Reason