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

After a lengthy search, I finally spotted a small karaoke bar named "Green Garden" in a corner. 


The establishment had just opened its doors, and a woman in her fifties was busy tidying up. Despite her age, she was heavily made up, with a thick layer of makeup plastered on her face, reminiscent of a wall coated in whitewash. 


Mistaking me for a patron, she greeted me with overwhelming enthusiasm, asking, "Hey there, here to sing?" 


"I'm looking for someone. Lady, Kevin is here, right?" 


When she heard that I was searching for someone, her demeanor immediately shifted; her expression turned sour as she replied, "He's inside!" 


With that, she called out to the bar, "Kevin, you’ve got a visitor!" 


I followed her into the karaoke area. The moment I stepped inside, a combination of cheap liquor and smoke assaulted my senses. 


Chapter 203: The Dog Racing Arena