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

Due to the overwhelming crowd of onlookers, Lord Alaric stood atop his chair. Upon recognizing the steel card that had caught the hefty man’s card, he erupted with fury. 


“Qiankun, do you still have any shame left? You’ve been caught cheating; you’ve already lost!” 


Yet, Qiankun stood unfazed, a cold snicker escaping his lips. “The one cheating is he, not I! If there’s a problem, take it up with him!” 


What audacity! Qiankun was utterly shameless. If it hadn’t been for the second boss’s home-turf advantage today, he would never dare behave so brazenly. 


In the eyes of these gamblers, be they mere players or seasoned masters, there existed only win and lose—rules were irrelevant. Even for a master of deceit like Qiankun, the same principle applied. 


Uninterested in pursuing the matter further, Qiankun glared at me and declared fiercely, “Lupan, you’ve lost. I demand your hand now!” 


With that, he raised the card to showcase it before me. 


Chapter 297: The Home Advantage