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

I again placed a bet of five hundred. The voluptuous woman remained at Wulfgar's side, her smile blooming like a flower as she inquired, “Brother, with you I am certain to win. Tell me, how much shall we wager this time?” 


Wulfgar seemed quite enchanted by her charms. Puffing on his cigarette, he appeared to savour the flattery she lavished upon him. “Then let’s raise the stakes to ten thousand…” 


“Alright, brother, I’ll follow your lead!” 


As they prepared to place their chips, I swiftly extended my hand, seizing a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the table, effectively blocking Wulfgar’s hand from betting. 


“Let’s just play a few hands for fun; there’s no need for such a hefty wager…” I remarked coolly. 


Chapter 86: Stubbornness