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

Verruckt accepted the call, his expression hardened as he uttered a curt greeting. The night breeze obscured the details of the conversation, and soon enough, he hung up, his piercing gaze fixed coldly upon me. 


Elysianne, not one to mince words, barked at Verruckt’s entourage, “Get out of my way!” 


They looked to Verruckt for guidance, yet none stirred. After narrowing his eyes, Verruckt slowly approved with a nod, and finally, a path cleared before us. The operator of the excavator also shifted his machine aside. 


Elysianne gestured for me to join her in her vehicle, while Dark and Wulfgar entered my Santana. Just before we departed, I noticed Wulfgar stealing glances in Huang Run's direction. It was apparent he was drawn to her, a fact I had already anticipated. However, having been deceived once, his lingering gaze, so reminiscent of the past, suggested he was still not entirely over her. 


Chapter 170: Provocation