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 three petty thieves squatted in pain, clutching their wrists. Aeliana nonchalantly kicked one of them. "Hey, stop playing dead. Hand over everything you've taken!" 


Wincing, the young man slowly retrieved various stolen items from his waist pouch — several mobile phones, necklaces, and assorted trinkets. Yet, cash remained the predominant item in his stash. 


Selena and I stepped forward to reclaim her phone, and she cast a curious glance at Aeliana and her companions, whispering, "Are they your friends?" I smiled and remained silent. 


The crowd of onlookers continued to swell, until one voice rang out, "My money is gone!" This cry ignited a frenzy as others began searching for their lost belongings. 


Men and women, some cradling children, and elderly folks all scrambled; valuables of every kind had vanished — the only exception being people themselves. 


Chapter 198: Reception