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

As soon as my words fell, both Selena and another player were visibly taken aback, their eyes darting in astonishment towards the man with the split hairstyle. 


The man’s expression shifted to a semblance of anxiety, but he quickly masked it with feigned composure. He placed both hands on the table and glared at me, exclaiming, “Cheating? What dog’s eye caught me in the act?” 


He berated me loudly, while I calmly rose and strolled in his direction. 


His face paled at my approach; sensing the impending confrontation, he abruptly pushed the mahjong tiles away from him, barking in frustration, “Why bring such a lowlife to disrupt a decent game? I’m done with this!” 


Turning to leave, he barely moved before Selena interjected, her tone still gentle yet laced with a hint of icy detachment, “Hold on, don’t rush off just yet…” 


“Selena, do you still not believe me?” the man insisted, desperation creeping into his voice. 


Chapter 173: Rampage