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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

Upon catching sight of the three playing cards, the Orchid Lady displayed a look of astonishment. She seemed incredulous, gazing at me in disbelief. Perhaps she had been puzzled as to how her three cards ended up in my possession. In truth, when she nearly toppled into my embrace, I had discreetly swiped the cards from her. 


My assistance in getting her out of a tight spot was not due to any misguided sense of benevolence or attraction; rather, I intended to gain access to the monk. There was a possibility he could facilitate a meeting with my Fourth Uncle. 


Just as the Orchid Lady began to speak, the monk interjected, saying, “I do not comprehend the significance of these cards you hold. Apologies, but we must take our leave…” With that, he opened the car door. 


Chapter 242: The Sacred Healer Hall