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

Old Wu, completely incredulous, questioned my ability to ascertain the number of seeds beneath the plate in such a remarkably short period. 


“Listen, kid, where did you learn those cheating tricks? Who is your master?” 


After a significant pause, he finally asked. 


“Does that pertain to today’s wager?” I replied with nonchalance. 


I was not attempting to boast, but rather to provoke his curiosity. Despite his age, Old Wu possessed the playful spirit of a mischievous child. The more I withheld information, the more intrigued he became. Fueled by his curiosity, I would lead him along. 


Unimpressed by my reticence, Old Wu scoffed, remarking, “You little rascal, are you trying to play the role of a gambling king? Come on, let’s have another round! Let me show you who’s boss…” 


Chapter 83: The Flying Card