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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

Jakari was tipsy. His face was flushed, and he seemed to be on top of the world. As soon as he entered the room and saw Ophelia and me, he was taken aback for a moment. Then he walked over to Ophelia and said with a grin, "Old classmate, that's not very considerate of you. You come here to play and don't even let me know. You're not afraid that I'll make a little money off your game, are you?" 


Ophelia looked a bit embarrassed and casually replied with a few words. Then Jakari approached me and asked, "By the way, Mr. Lupan, are you from the Northeast?" 


I nodded. Jakari familiarly patted my shoulder and said with a hint of boasting, "The person I was just drinking with is from the Kanto region. Do you know who it is?" 


Jakari chuckled, speaking in a low voice that was still loud enough for everyone to hear. "The man from the Northeast Gambling King's camp has come to Haojiang City. I was fortunate enough to join them for a couple of drinks!" 


Chapter 413: Showing Off