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

Elysianne’s voice, albeit soft, was distinctly audible to Huang Run across from us. A look of joy flickered across Huang Run’s face, yet her gaze remained fixed on me. After all, it was I who had bested her. Without my word, she was not going anywhere. 


I turned my head to glance at Elysianne and gave a slight nod. 


Elysianne immediately directed her attention toward Huang Run, preparing to speak. Before she could utter a word, I interjected, “But you shall strip her bare and lead her out of here!” 


Elysianne’s face flushed crimson with fury as she shot a ferocious glare in my direction. I sensed that she was concerned about angering Ghost Uncle; after all, she needed support at this moment. However, whether it was Ghost Uncle or Heaven Uncle, those were matters about the Zou family—none of which involved me. 


Chapter 104: The Boundaries