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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 moved slowly, meticulously wiping my hands. My deliberate action drew Zou Tian's impatience. Unable to contain himself, he urged, "Could you hurry up a bit?" 


I completely ignored him. After drying my hands, I began to wipe the dice, taking my time. It took me more than ten minutes before I finally handed the towel back to the waiter. 


Douglas, on the other hand, remained remarkably composed. He had been quietly observing me the entire time, his expression unchanged and without a hint of urgency. 


Douglas nodded, and Maxwell announced loudly, "Dice game, both sides roll simultaneously. The lower total wins. Let's begin!" 


Holding the dice cup, Douglas and I locked eyes. Suddenly, we both moved at the same time. There was a "whoosh" as the dice flew across the table and into our respective cups. 


Chapter 388: The Phoenix Stands Aloft in the Clouds