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

Douglas's intention in speaking to me was to probe my lineage. However, his words sent a shiver down my spine. There were no more than five people in the world who knew the technique. Besides my father and the members of the Listening Dice Party, there were Douglas and myself. The remaining person could only be Varg. 


At this thought, I was taken aback. Could it be that Varg knew my father? Otherwise, how could he have taught me a technique that my father had created? 


My mind was in chaos. What was going on? 


As I was lost in thought, Zou Tian, growing impatient, said, "Douglas, there's no need to waste time with him. Let's start the second round." 


Douglas nodded, but before he could speak, I quickly interjected, "Wait a moment. I need to go outside and get some fresh air. We'll start in twenty minutes." 


Chapter 389: A Mind in Turmoil