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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

Old Master Qi presented two decks of playing cards, laying them face up on the table. 


“Gentlemen, please examine the cards…” he instructed us both. 


Regardless of one's status, even the most distinguished figures must verify the cards in such a gambling sect. After all, if one party had tampered with them beforehand, the consequences could be dire. 


Qiankun and I picked up the cards, diligently inspecting them. 


This time, our actions were devoid of flair; all our concentration was devoted to the cards themselves. 


Once we completed our examination, Old Master Qi proclaimed, “According to the rules you have established, for every incorrect guess, one finger will be forfeited. I must inquire if both parties guess the number of correct cards identically, what is the penalty for the loser when comparing card values?” 


Qiankun fixed his gaze on my hand and replied leisurely, “Then it shall be an entire hand. How does that sound?” 


Chapter 295: The Art of Manipulation