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 beggar chief laughed heartily at Dark's words and patted his shoulder, saying, 


“In this world, we are all one family. You help me, I help you. Let's not dwell on such unhappy matters. How about we indulge in a few rounds?” 


He remained oblivious to the scheme that Eldric had crafted for him today. 


Dark expressed his gratitude and took a seat beside the beggar chief, 


with Eldric following suit and beginning to place his bets. 


Dark's wagers were modest, typically in the range of hundreds to a thousand. 


After some time, he feigned a craving for liquor, 


prompting someone to fetch him a beer. 


This round commenced with the chief shaking the dice, 


and as the crowd began to place their bets, 


I discreetly signalled Dark to go in heavily on the larger bets. 


To my surprise, Dark confidently produced ten thousand dollars, 


slamming it down on the “big” side— 


Chapter 178: The Breaking Point