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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

Tongbei seized the dice cup, presenting it over the six dice on the table. With a swift motion, a crisp sound echoed as he deftly enclosed all six dice within the cup in a mere instant. This level of dexterity was unprecedented in my experience; his technique was remarkably rapid. 


However, what astonished me even more followed swiftly after. Tongbei shook the cup with an effortless flourish, and then with a definitive thud, he inverted the dice cup firmly upon the table. Every movement was executed with such poise and grace that it left the onlookers in silent amazement. The most remarkable aspect was the time it took him—it was merely a matter of seconds, far surpassing even the prowess of Nine-Fingered Remnant. 


As the cup settled, Tongbei tossed his cascading hair back with an air of triumph, gradually revealing the contents. Every gaze fixated upon what lay beneath the cup. 


Chapter 266: The Contest