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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 entire deck lay arranged on the table. Huang Run raised her right hand, and a whole chain of playing cards soared gracefully into the air, only to be deftly caught back in her grasp. 


Her movements were both elegant and practised, leaving the onlookers utterly mesmerized. It seemed Huang Run relished the attention of the crowd. She began shuffling the cards with one hand, performing several complex manoeuvres. 


A mere flick of her fingers produced a perfect fan of cards. Not only her group, but even Elysianne's side couldn't help but secretly admire her talent. 


As the fan closed, her left hand supported it while her right hand bent the cards slightly. Then, with a swift motion, the cards cascaded from her right hand to her left, creating a beautiful arc in the air. 


Chapter 100: Where's the Evidence?