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 money on the table has been meticulously counted. In total, this amounts to one hundred fifty-three thousand US dollars. After the faux gambling god has placed his bets, he begins to deal cards for himself. My gaze remains fixated on his hands. He holds the remaining cards in his left hand while dealing with his right. However, during the dealing process, he tightly pinches the top card between his right thumb and index finger, pulling it with a swift motion. To my astonishment, the top card remains undisturbed; he has dealt the second card instead. 


It seems this young gambling prodigy possesses some skill. He can deftly deal two cards by slipping the bottom one. His technique is so polished that the average onlooker would never suspect a thing. This time, I had no intention of calling him out immediately; after all, the cards had already been dealt. If I were to confront him now, he would undoubtedly deny any wrongdoing. I knew precisely how he had cheated. 


Chapter 165: The Gambler's Master