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

In the casino's informal tables, it is generally the public relations staff who assist in organizing the games. Of course, guests may also arrange their matches. Many seasoned gamblers prefer to frequent the casino, believing themselves to be exceptionally skilled and capable of outsmarting the naïve. Additionally, they trust that the casino employs undercover personnel to ensure that no one dares to cheat at the table. However, what they remain oblivious to is that often, the very guests seated at their tables are, in fact, gambling experts. These experts are also nurtured by the casino, tasked specifically with ensnaring those self-assured individuals. 


Upon exiting the restroom, I found Alaric already seated at the table with two others, waiting for the game to commence. Upon seeing me, Alaric feigned a casual wave and inquired, “Brother, care for a game of Three Card Poker?” 


I approached and directly asked, “What are the stakes?” 


Chapter 109: Surrender