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

Selena sat on the soft sleeper in a huff, exclaiming indignantly, "What am I to do now? Losing my phone is one thing, but the important contacts within it are irreplaceable! I must go find the conductor!" 


With that, Selena rose to her feet, and I followed her. 


Reaching the middle carriage, we found the portly conductor occupied with resolving ticketing issues for the passengers. 


Upon hearing Selena's plight, he dismissed her with blatant indifference, saying, "When out in the world, one must keep an eye on their belongings! At your age, should you be so careless? If you weren't so attractive, I wouldn't even bother. Fine, I've got the message. You may return; if it turns up, I'll come looking for you..." 


He didn’t even bother asking for our seat numbers, shooing us away with just a few words. 


No matter how composed or gentle Selena usually was, her cheeks flushed with anger now. 


Chapter 196: A Warm Heart