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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

Because of the long streak of banker wins, guests from the surrounding gambling tables also gathered around. It seemed that everyone had a consensus that this was a genuine streak. Consequently, they placed their chips on the banker's side one after another. 


However, a tourist-like individual placed a bet of three hundred on the player. This action drew a round of disapproving glances from the onlookers. The dealer began to deal with the cards. The player, who was the only one betting on this side, nervously revealed his cards under the scornful gazes of the crowd. As soon as the cards were shown, a painful sigh erupted from those who had bet on the banker. The tourist, who had only bet three hundred, had a hand of one point. After drawing a card, he miraculously got a 7, making a total of eight points. 


Chapter 417: The Call