Small tiger

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

As we walked out of the casino, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Although I had travelled extensively with Varg and seen countless high-stakes games, I had never truly gambled. I knew that gambling was a human instinct, but I never imagined how terrifying it could be once that instinct was unleashed. Despite considering myself rational, I was still tormented by my inner demons when I stepped into the meticulously orchestrated atmosphere of the casino. 


The saying "not gambling is the real win" is not just a vague slogan. It is an eternal truth distilled from the experiences of countless gamblers who have lost money, time, and even their lives. 


We were about to call Aeliana for dinner when Ophelia's phone suddenly received a text message. She glanced at it and handed her phone to me. "Take a look, it's from Aeliana!" I picked it up and saw the message: 


"Hey Ophelia, I'm at the bar on the third floor. Want to come check out the fun..." 


Chapter 420: Spiking the Drink