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 I listened, a shiver of realization coursed through me. 


Having visited only twice, I found it unsettling that they had meticulously documented my presence. 


Elephant Tower was no longer merely formidable; it was unnervingly professional. 


Behind Nine-Fingered Remnant, other patrons began to observe the footage as well. 


The moment Jareyh finished speaking, murmurs of disbelief erupted among the onlookers. 


"What a shock! Turns out this old fatso is the real expert! I thought it was just the casino's foul play!" 


"Look how frightened that poor dealer is. Is it not a bit underhanded of you, old man?" 


"To be honest, it’s the Zou family that's gone too far. Not only are they cheating us, but they also sent someone to frame Elephant Tower. I’d never set foot in a Zou establishment again..." 


The cacophony of voices swirled around, a jumble of criticism and ridicule. 


Meanwhile, Nine-Fingered Remnant stood ashen-faced, motionless, allowing the crowd to vent their scorn. 


Chapter 193: A Blade Hidden in Words