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

After a brief introduction with Sunny, she exclaimed, “Finally, after hearing about you from my sister multiple times, you’ve come! The previous gamblers I found were utterly useless. But let’s not dwell on them. Here, have a smoke…” 


Her words took me aback. A woman of such delicate grace and charm had a voice that carried a rather brash tone, utterly at odds with her appearance. 


Sunny noticed my reaction and quickly switched to Mandarin. “Please don’t laugh at me. I’m from the North, and in my eagerness, I slipped into my hometown dialect. After we smoke, I’ll take you to try some sea urchin, and we can chat while we eat…” 


At first, I had no idea what she meant by “sea urchin,” but upon arriving at the place, I learned that it referred to the delicacy known as purple sea urchin. 


Chapter 245: The Ill-Fated