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

Nine-Fingered Remnant was resolutely determined, his face brimming with indignation. 


Yet, inwardly, I couldn't help but curse silently, thinking, "Why drag me into your reckless endeavour?" 


However, given my partnership with Elysianne, there was no option but to follow along. I silently resolved, though, to steer clear of any dishonest tactics. 


Elysianne, having listened intently, immediately nodded and said, “Thank you, Nine-Fingered Remnant and Lupan, for your assistance!” 


She then turned to the head of security, Sun Baowu, and instructed him, “Security Manager, arrange for some unfamiliar faces to infiltrate Elephant Tower. Remember, no matter what it takes, you must ensure the safety of Nine-Fingered Remnant and Lupan!” 


The security manager nodded in agreement and promptly set about his tasks. 


Neither Nine-Fingered Remnant nor I took a car; instead, we walked to Elephant Tower. The snowfall outside had ceased. 


Chapter 190: Setback