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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

With this thought lingering in my mind, I casually inquired, “Boss Joyce, I see your establishment is adorned with antiques. This table, I presume, is not an antique as well?” 


Joyce chuckled but offered no response. 


Edmund, the elder statesman, discerned that my question was not without purpose. He feigned a semblance of explanation, stating, “Allow me to clarify. This Eight Immortals table is a vintage reproduction made of solid wood, though the thickness of the surface is slightly greater than that of traditional Eight Immortals tables. The craftsmanship is acceptable; it's quite a fine piece of furniture.” 


As he spoke, I understood immediately. The table's substantial thickness concealed a card-dealing mechanism. In other words, the card sequence had been prearranged. When it was time to deal, a hidden mechanism would be triggered to release the cards into the mat, subsequently allowing for a card switch. 


Chapter 332: Minor Deceptions