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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

After placing the bets, Douglas began to draw his third card. It has to be acknowledged that Douglas's eyesight, memory, and single-finger speed are far from ordinary. With just a light glide of his finger over the deck, he effortlessly extracted a card from the middle. When revealed on the table, it was the King of Spades. 


I followed suit and drew a card, which turned out to be the Jack of Clubs. At this point, Douglas's visible cards were the 10 and King of Spades, while my cards were a mixed 2 and Jack, along with the hidden 6 of Clubs. 


"The King of Spades speaks!" Douglas picked up a stack of chips and said to me, "Mr. Lupan, your cards are both small and disordered. I'm going to take advantage of you a bit. Five hundred thousand!" With a flourish, he tossed five hundred-thousand-dollar chips onto the table. 


I sneered but remained silent, matching his bet with my chips. 


Chapter 390: Shifting Shapes and Changing Positions