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

The sudden darkness in the private room startled everyone. I was sitting on the sofa with Liora beside me when the lights went out. Startled, Liora jumped closer to me, intertwining her arm with mine tightly. No matter how much I tried to pry her away, she wouldn't let go. Resigned, I allowed her to cling to me. 


Could it be Mad Kun? This fleeting thought crossed my mind, but before I could contemplate further, music drifted in from the entrance. 


“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…” 


The guests in the room began clapping their hands and singing along. Shortly after, a few waitstaff pushed a serving cart through the doorway, on which rested an enormous cake. 


Now it became clear—this was a surprise organized by Elysianne and the staff for Su Mei. 


As with all birthday celebrations, there would be wishes, candle lighting, and cake cutting. Su Mei had just made her wish when, unexpectedly, a loud voice interrupted: 


Chapter 98: Seeking Trouble