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 Liora continued to speak, her tone grew increasingly sentimental. 


“I’ve reached my limit. After earning another two or three million, I’ll retire entirely. At that point, I’ll find an honest man to marry and never again wade into this murky world…” 


She then turned to me with a cheerful smile and asked, 


This game was taking place at a hotel owned by Liora’s friend. 


Though she claimed that no one dared to cheat at this table, the presence of a madman like Mad Kun made me wary. 


I sent a message to Dark, instructing him to book a room next door, just in case. 


In the spacious private room, two middle-aged men were already present. 


One was the owner of a brick factory, while the other dealt in steel. 


In 2000, housing prices began to soar in various regions, making these two industries quite lucrative at the time. 


Chapter 90: The Madman