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 middle-aged beggar had rolled a seventeen. To surpass him, I needed three sixes. I hefted the dice, subtly positioning the two manipulated ones. With a casual flick of the wrist, I sent them tumbling into the bowl. The impact resonated with a crisp, almost melodious clang. 


Old Wu, clutching a fistful of small change, craned his neck forward, his gaze fixed on the dice. His voice, sharp with anticipation, cut through the air: 


The spectacle attracted a throng of onlookers, the carriage junction becoming impassable. The dice shuddered to a halt. 


"Wow! Three of a kind! Incredible! Three sixes!" 


A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. No one expected my three dice to land on three sixes— an eighteen, surpassing the beggar's roll by one. 


Chapter 118: A Knife's First Taste