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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

Over the next few days, I mingled in the venue as a covert observer. Kristin's establishment was, without a doubt, the most chaotic yet the most legitimate place I had ever seen. The chaos stemmed from the abundance of small-time gambling experts, but their skills were mostly subpar, only occasionally engaging in minor deceit. The legitimacy came from the quality of the patrons—mostly workers from nearby factories, with no riffraff from the streets. 


However, Kristin rarely showed up these days. It was Auntie Wyatt who managed the place. I had posed as a gambler three times and won around fifty to sixty thousand dollars. Auntie Wyatt was quite pleased with my performance. 


Chapter 458: Hidden Agendas