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 golden chain man led the way, with Dark and I following at a respectful distance as we entered the nightclub. 


Upon stepping inside, we were greeted by a row of elegant women in short skirts, who immediately bowed and chirped, “Good evening, boss!” 


This was Dark’s first experience in such an environment, and his curiosity was palpable as he glanced about in wonder. 


Passing through the expansive hall, we approached a large, transparent glass chamber. 


Inside this glass enclosure, which was rather spacious aside from a few pillars and steps, there was a striking absence of decoration. Yet, it was filled with over a hundred beautiful women, some standing and others seated, each adorned with a numbered tag hanging from their waists. They posed and preened like models, showcasing an array of enticing gestures. 


Dark cast a glance before shyly averting his gaze. After all, being the centre of attention for so many stunning women was certainly a daunting prospect. 


Chapter 113: Sister