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

I placed a bet of five hundred dollars on the "Player" side. The portly man perceived me as a beacon of fortune and staked three thousand on the "Banker." At last, I had the opportunity to see the cards myself. I was eager to witness what advanced technology Sunny and Eason had alluded to. 


The dealer began distributing the cards, and it was clear that she employed no sleight of hand; in this establishment, the dealer was not required to shuffle. Instead, an automated shuffling and dealing machine handled the deck. Eight decks of cards were placed inside, and the machine managed the shuffling and dealing seamlessly. Such a dual-function device was indeed a rarity in domestic establishments around the year 2000. 


Chapter 246: The Perpetual Loser