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

Qin Long's brow furrowed involuntarily. 


His disdain for Mad Kun had reached its zenith. 


Holding my beer glass, I politely addressed Qin Long: 


"It’s nothing, just like using a glass. Let us begin..." 


“Very well, then I shall take advantage! I will count down from 3, 2, 1, and we will start simultaneously!” 


I positioned myself on the left side of the dining table. 


Qin Long stood on the right side of the square table. 


Our gazes met in a brief, tense moment as he commenced the countdown. 


No sooner had he finished speaking than his hand drew back, and a single die swiftly entered his cup. 


Qin Long’s technique for collecting the dice was elegant, and his reflexes were remarkably swift. 


It was evident that he was a skilled player. 


Yet, in comparison to me, he appeared to fall short. 


Our methods of collecting the dice were fundamentally different. 


Chapter 102: Fishing for the Moon Underwater