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

Although Elysianne possesses considerable charm, 


she belongs to the category of women whose abilities are lacking yet whose ambitions run high. 


I am acutely aware that her desire to align herself with me stems solely from her admiration for my skills and my prowess in orchestrating games. 


Such women, once entangled, tend to bring forth an avalanche of complications. 


My only prudent course of action is to keep my distance. 


As ten days swiftly passed, I grew increasingly unsettled as the opening date approached. 


It marked the first time in my career that I felt such a sense of foreboding. 


I harboured the nagging perception that this grand opening, on the surface a confrontation with the formidable Zou family and the Bai clan behind them, 


was merely a pretext for a shadowy hand lurking in the background, waiting to strike. 


This sensation was deeply disconcerting. 


That afternoon, while I was deep in discussion with Lord Alaric, 


Chapter 377: Conspiracy