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

Emerging from the building, I found Dark leaning against a car, a cigarette smouldering between his lips. He approached immediately upon seeing me, but I paused, momentarily stunned. A long, white bandage adorned his shoulder. 


"Nothing much…" he mumbled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. 


"What *exactly* happened?" I pressed my tone hardening. 


He finally relented, "Damn it, I was ambushed by Golden Chain Man and Centipede. Your phone was off that day; Eighth Brother couldn't reach you. Golden Chain Man showed up with a posse, and the bastard was incredibly insulting. I couldn't contain myself and we clashed. Then, that treacherous Centipede backstabbed me!" 


My brow furrowed. Those bastards dared to attack Dark? They were courting death. 


Chapter 134: Crucial Steps