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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

"Blacklist, blacklist!" Oswald muttered softly. Suddenly, he turned to me and asked, "Do you want to get off this blacklist?" 


Oh? I was taken aback for a moment. The blacklist meant nothing to me. But Ophelia had always dreamed of participating in a Texas Hold'em tournament. If we could get off the blacklist, it would be better for her. 


"Mr. Oswald, do you have a way?" I asked. 


"Well, it's not exactly a method. To get off the blacklist, we need to go through Miss Caroline. Tonight at eight, Caroline is hosting a small cocktail party at her home. If you're not busy, you can come with me. Maybe there's a way to solve this issue..." Oswald's words made me fall into deep thought. Although I had a good impression of him, I didn't know anything about his background or who he was. 


Not wanting to beat around the bush, I directly asked him, "Mr. Oswald, excuse me for being so forward. I have two questions I'd like to ask..." 


"Go ahead, I'll answer honestly!" he replied. 


Chapter 430: The Wealthy District