Small tiger

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 my return to Tianxiang Tower, I found the main hall sparsely populated with a handful of patrons. Su Mei and Elysianne stood by the bar, engaged in hushed conversation. 


As soon as they spotted me, they approached eagerly. 


“They're in the private room. I didn’t organize anything; they’ve been waiting for your return…” Su Mei replied. 


The three of us made our way toward the private room. The distinction between the private rooms and the VIP hall was glaringly apparent. The private rooms catered to high-stakes casual games, while the VIP hall boasted high-limit tables. 


As we walked, Elysianne expressed her frustrations, her voice laced with indignation: “That scoundrel Fenris! Rather than devising strategies against Elephant Tower, he’s utterly consumed by schemes to undermine me!” 


I turned to her, asking, “Elysianne, have you considered what to do next?” 


Chapter 270: A Thunderbolt from the Blue