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

The once resplendent hall was suddenly thrown into disarray by the unexpected appearance of a multitude of beggars, leaving the onlookers utterly befuddled. 


However, the subsequent spectacle sent the entire hall into a state of chaos. 


Groups of beggars, each clutching cardboard boxes, casually approached the gaming tables. Yet, they merely stood there, devoid of any action. 


Then, a sharp rhythmic sound echoed from the entrance. 


“Clap the bamboo, wealth is near. Congratulations to the boss on his great fortune. 


First, I wish the boss a thriving business; second, may the boss's wealth resemble the sea. 


Third, may esteemed guests fill every seat; fourth, may blessings pour in like rain. 


The one clapping the bamboo was none other than Eldric. 


At that moment, he too was in tattered clothing. 


Upon entering, he immediately bowed toward the boss, grinning widely as he exclaimed, “Wishing the esteemed boss abundant prosperity!” 


Chapter 346: Acknowledgment