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

Over the years, aside from Varg, I have never truly admired anyone. However, the old man Wu before me has completely captivated me. 


Noticing my lingering gaze on the cards, Old Wu seemed indifferent. With a casual flick of his bangs, he arrogantly declared, “Alright, I won’t entertain you any longer, little gambler. I must take my leave…” 


“Wait a moment!” I interjected urgently. 


“You just said that if you lost, you’d agree to one thing for me!” 


Old Wu’s eyes twirled mischievously. “And what would that be?” 


I gestured toward the playing cards lodged in the tree, saying, “I want you to teach me how to throw cards and shoot dice!” 


“Dream on!” Old Wu rejected me immediately without a second thought, his expression leaving no room for negotiation. 


Chapter 84: The Elephant Tower