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

I pulled out a cigarette and leisurely took a drag. 


Ophelia glanced from me to the man attempting to extort money. 


At that moment, it was clear she wished for my assistance in resolving the situation. However, she seemed unsure of how to articulate her request. 


Observing her, I suddenly asked, “Do you recall the day we discussed the notion of fairness?” 


Ophelia nodded in confusion, not fully grasping my meaning. 


“Keep in mind that your theoretical framework is utterly unviable in this world. There exists no such thing as fairness here. Everyone jostles for personal advantage, and the sole objective is to maximize profit. Just like now…” 


I noticed Ophelia’s capacity for comprehension appeared quite robust. 


She nodded and countered, “Then what should I do now?” 


“The solution is straightforward: resolve it through force!” 


Chapter 334: Value