Small tiger

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

“Losing is just losing; consider it a lesson learned. But it must not happen again!” 


I was indifferent to the money Dark had lost. 


One could argue that his restraint was commendable. 


After all, he still held a substantial amount of cash, several hundred thousand dollars, without fully depleting his resources. 


However, I feared his lack of memory, and his potential to continue gambling. 


Should he falter again, I would have to ponder whether he truly deserved a place in our circle of expert gamblers. 


Some might deem me rather unfeeling for this stance. 


Though Dark professed loyalty and camaraderie, he had contributed significantly to our group. 


Yet, there’s no denying that a reckless gambler poses the greatest risk. 


If someone hopelessly addicted to gambling were to remain among us, it would ultimately jeopardize us all. 


Upon hearing my words, Dark nodded earnestly. 


Chapter 215: New Grievances and Old Resentments