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

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp sound sliced through the air. 


The over a hundred men behind him almost simultaneously drew their machetes. 


Under the light, the multitude of blades gleamed ominously. 


The sight alone was enough to induce a sense of dread. 


Seeing the adversaries gearing up for action, Dark stepped forward with sudden resolve. 


His eyes, bloodshot from the effects of alcohol, blazed with a fierce intensity. 


Gripping his broadsword tightly, he glared at them with a tiger's ferocity. 


"Do you think you can bully us just because you outnumber us? Come now, you bunch of cowards! Is there anyone brave enough to take me on one-on-one?" 


Dark's voice roared like a tiger’s growl, resounding through the mountainous terrain. 


At that moment, startled birds took flight, creating a commotion in the forest. 


He removed his padded outer coat, revealing a simple athletic vest beneath. 


Chapter 236: The Fall of the Lotus