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

Vivian initially shook her head, then just as quickly nodded—utterly at a loss for how to answer. Her gaze darted to her brother-in-law, who merely frowned, pointedly ignoring her. 


Selena slowly approached Vivian, the two women standing face-to-face. The contrast was stark. In looks, height, and bearing, Vivian paled in comparison to Selena; her only advantage was youth. Yet, that very advantage often captivates men, as someone once said: Men aren't fickle; they simply adore eighteen-year-olds. 


Selena extended a hand, causing Vivian to flinch and recoil. Selena’s hand paused mid-air. “Don’t be afraid,” she said softly, “I just have a few questions.” 


Before Vivian could answer, her brother-in-law hastily intervened, "That’s impossible, my dearest. She's a friend of Gaoyuan's; I’ve only met her a few times…" 


A final, desperate attempt at self-preservation. 


Chapter 186: Instigation