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

At the gambling table, no one present could be considered a fool. 


Among those who are clever, some possess wisdom, while others rely on mere cunning. 


Just as he declared Old Bill to be a master gambler, I found myself momentarily taken aback. 


Did he truly perceive the undercurrents at play? 


Yet if he had discovered the truth, why had he allowed himself to lose so much before speaking out? 


Moreover, when he called out to Old Bill, he hesitated for quite some time. 


In that instant, even Old Bill appeared taken aback. 


He regarded Gary with a frosty gaze and queried, "Gary, you’re not a child; you can't just spout nonsense. What evidence do you have of my cheating?" 


Upon hearing Old Bill’s words, Gary suddenly leapt forward. 


He snatched the lighter from Old Bill's table with swift precision. 


Chapter 211: Half-Understanding