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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

The iron chain beside the gambling table was opened, and Jerome Ren and I each took our seats at opposite ends of the poker table. 


Then, someone delivered five million US dollars in chips to each of us. 


Peter Luo, the dealer, also walked to the centre of the table. 


"Let me state the rules. First, the game is Texas Hold'em, with the international rules for comparing hands. The minimum bet is fifty thousand, with no upper limit, and you can go all-in in one hand. Second, there is no time limit for the game; the one who runs out of chips loses. Third, according to the rules of the gambling sect, anyone caught cheating loses. Fourth, during the game, no communication devices are allowed. Also, no one is permitted to enter the area around the gambling table. Do both of you agree?" 


Jerome Ren and I nodded simultaneously. 


Peter Luo opened a new deck of cards and gestured to us, saying: 


"Please inspect the cards, gentlemen." 


Chapter 484: The Illusion Technique of the Gambling Sect