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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

"Interesting!" Oswald smiled. He then took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to me. "I'm going to discuss something first. Send me your phone number via text message. After I'm done, let's meet up!" With that, Oswald patted my shoulder and walked straight into the hall. 


Jakari's men dared not make a move anymore. But he still wouldn't give up. He pointed at us and said fiercely, "You guys just wait. Unless you hide in the venue and never come out, I'll get you!" 


We ignored him and turned around to go back to the hotel directly. Because we had just taken a loss in the shadows, everyone was in a bad mood. Our group went to my room. Alaric stood in front of the window, looking into the distance, and asked me, "Sir, what do you think we should do next? We can't just swallow this loss!" 


Chapter 429: The Background