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

This gesture amounted to a staggering seven or eight thousand dollars. 


Geraldine's gaze towards us had shifted from the icy demeanour she displayed upon entering. 


After all, this sum nearly equated to her earnings over two to three months. 


He pointed to his chest and replied, "I experience shortness of breath, a racing heart, and a sensation as if my heart might leap from my chest at any moment..." 


Lord Alaric rambled this off with a casual air. 


"Could it be that you've been under significant stress lately?" 


Taking a seat across from her, Lord Alaric sighed deeply, "Doctor, you are correct—the pressure has indeed been mounting. You might find it hard to believe, but I traverse from the old district to the new development area and then to the central street area. It's not just a daily occurrence; it's practically a relentless routine. Ah, life can be so exhausting..." 


Chapter 357: Shallow