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 people around him looked on in confusion. No one understood why Rolf wore such an expression. Suddenly, with a loud "slap," Rolf slammed two playing cards onto the table. His face was a mix of anger and disbelief. 


At this outburst, gasps immediately rippled through the crowd. Whispers began circulating among the gamblers. 


“Wow, a pair of Jacks! That’s unbelievably impressive…” 


“Three times the payout! He bet a full fifty thousand dollars, which means he just scored one hundred fifty thousand. If it were me, how delightful that would be!” 


“Could he truly be a master gambler? To place a hefty bet and win like this…?” 


The murmurs continued, rising and falling like waves. The way the crowd regarded me shifted drastically. 


A pair of Jacks is the highest hand among the five small dragons. The dealer would owe me three times the payout. With this hand, I had just won one hundred fifty thousand. 


Chapter 219: Arrogance