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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

Before long, Selena emerged carrying a deck of cards. The moment she stepped outside, she shivered from the cold and hurried to the car, glancing at me with wide eyes. “Oh, it’s so cold! I’m freezing! How did it go? Any leads?” 


I opened the car door and turned on the heater to the maximum. However, after sitting outside for too long, the interior remained frigid. Shaking my hands, I began to examine the cards while shaking my head. “Not yet; I need to study them more…” 


Turning on the reading light, I scrutinized the deck under its dim glow. One thing I was certain of: Burgess knew how to read cards. It was inconceivable that he could triumph in both Five Card Draw and Three Card Poker without such knowledge. His winning probability was equally high at any poker table. 


As I pondered, Selena suddenly leaned in closer, her voice turning soft. “Sir, my hands are cold; may I warm them…?” 


“Sure!” My focus remained entirely on the cards, and I didn’t quite catch her drift. 


Chapter 287: The Substitution of the Prince