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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

I knew Oswald was a remarkable individual, someone from a completely different world than mine. But whether we could become friends, I was still uncertain. 


It was almost midnight when I got back to the hotel. After tidying up briefly, I took out my phone, intending to send a message to Selena. At this hour, she should have already disembarked from her flight. Before I could send the message, however, the doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door to see a familiar figure standing there—it was Selena! 


She was dressed in a black, fitted long dress that accentuated her graceful and curvaceous figure. Perhaps due to the long flight and the late-night arrival, her usually beautiful face now bore a hint of fatigue. Yet her expression remained as tender as ever. 


Chapter 433: Discussion