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

Wulfgar immediately began to recount to me: 


"This game was introduced to me by my younger brother, held at a bathhouse in the county. 


The participants are all small-time proprietors from the area. 


The stakes are quite generous, and the players seem decent. 


We’re engaged in a game of 'Dui Feng,' also known as 'Shooting the Dragon Gate.' 


In the initial days, wins and losses were fairly balanced, which is normal. 


However, over the past couple of days, a fool has appeared. 


In just two days, he has swept away more than seven hundred thousand. 


I’ve lost over twenty thousand myself. 


I suspect this fool has some tricks up his sleeve. 


That’s why I summoned you to witness it!" 


Although Wulfgar is not a gambling virtuoso, he is by no means naïve to the ways of the betting world. 


He can easily pick up on any irregularities at the table. 


Given his words, this game appears to be highly suspect. 


Chapter 164: The tiger is bullied by a dog