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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

No one had anticipated that the much-hyped illusion technique of the gambling sect, 


which had been spoken of with such awe, 


was nothing more than a chemically induced hallucinogen. 


In fact, for the gambling sect’s cheaters, this was all too common. 


The cheating methods of the gambling sect, in some people’s hands, 


But in the hands of these lower-class individuals, 


they became mere tricks for swindling and profiteering. 


Take Jerome Ren, for instance. He used such substances 


to enjoy preferential treatment from the Qin family and earn the prestigious title of one of the Three Generals and One Star Picker. 


But essentially, he was nothing more than a magician with a knowledge of chemistry. 


This was also why he rarely used this so-called "illusion." 


Because the more it was used, the more likely it was to reveal flaws. 


With the outcome already decided, Jerome Ren fell silent for a long while. 


Chapter 488: A Pyrrhic Victory