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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 a while, Ophelia took out six hundred thousand in chips and placed them on the table, choosing to call. It was the plump woman's turn next. She extinguished her cigarette butt, then turned to the waiter and pointed to the whiskey on the liquor cabinet. The waiter promptly poured her half a glass, which she drank in one large gulp before placing the glass in the designated spot beside the table. 


"How many chips do you have left?" she asked Ophelia and Oswald, inquiring about their remaining chips. This question caught me off guard. What was she planning? To go all-in? If so, what hand did she have? A Full House with tens, currently the strongest possible hand? 


Chapter 414: The Ambush