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

As soon as he reached me, Old Wu was panting heavily. He pointed at me, and after a considerable pause, exclaimed, “You little rascal, how dare you cross me?” 


“Just as I am speaking the truth now…” 


“I never accused you of cheating. I referred to your actions that day…” 


Old Wu was momentarily at a loss for words, his retort stifled. Rolling his eyes, he insisted, “I don’t care; today I owe them over six hundred. You’re covering that!” 


With that, I turned to leave. Old Wu quickly positioned himself in front of me, arms outstretched to block my path. 


I regarded him coolly, deliberately taunting him. “What’s this? No more gambling, just outright robbery?” 


Chapter 82: Masters of the Gambling Arts