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

Seeing my apparent indifference towards him, the golden chain man took a deep drag from his cigarette and flicked the smouldering butt towards my feet, sending sparks flying. 


With a dismissive gesture to his henchmen, he commanded, “Bind him!” 


As his words fell, a car suddenly sped into view. 


You could feel the rush of its velocity as it approached the group of goons, scarcely slowing down. The henchmen, startled, scampered to the side. 


With a screech of tyres, the car came to a halt beside the streetlight. 


He strode purposefully to the front of the business car and delivered a powerful punch to the hood, leaving a noticeable dent. 


Pointing at the golden chain man, Dark bellowed, “What do you think you’re playing at?” 


In the meantime, a shadow stealthily slipped behind the side of the business car. 


Quick and lithe, Aeliana had also exited. 


Chapter 112: The Dagger