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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

My candid admission clearly took Ophelia by surprise. She gazed at me with disbelief and declared, "That’s not fair!" 


Fairness? I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. This was a classic case of the freshly graduated scholar's naive reasoning. I turned to her and said, "If we consider fairness, let's take a moment to reflect on the casinos in Las Vegas that you frequented. The odds for the house in Blackjack are approximately 4% higher than those for players. Would you deem this fair? And what about you, the adept professionals, who through meticulous calculation, elevate your chances of winning—is that fair?" 


"How is that unfair? We achieve this through countless studies and experiments!" she retorted. 


"Indeed, I, too, have conducted my studies—albeit of a different nature—allowing me to cheat!" 


The moment those words escaped my lips, Ophelia appeared momentarily stunned. 


Chapter 324: Fairness