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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

"As long as the money is won by you, you may take it all. Additionally, I am willing to offer you a commission of one million. I reiterate that all I seek are the two Guanyin vases. If this deal comes to fruition, I can also show you what your uncle has entrusted to me. So, what do you say—are you bold enough to accept this arrangement?" 


Edmund regarded me with a cheerful smile. 


The offer was enticing, and safety was ensured. 


"Edmund, will you facilitate my entry into Joyce's game?" 


"Joyce is aware of my previous identity. If I assist you in entering the game, he will undoubtedly become suspicious. Thus, this entire venture must rely solely on your abilities. I can only provide support from the shadows. Is this too challenging for you?" 


Inwardly, I couldn’t help but wryly smile. 


Given that I was entirely unfamiliar with Jingmen, could it not be challenging? 


Chapter 322: The Planning