Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

In quiet, lying on my side.

The only sound in the room was the crisp clicking of the keyboard.

The computer screen emitted a pale white backlight.

Li Mo'an sat upright in a wooden chair.

With both hands on the keyboard, ten slender fingers fluttered like butterflies.

He started typing away on the keyboard.

The movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest pause, and then the writing flew off.

The cursor on the screen moved rapidly within the document editor.

Lines of black text kept appearing on the white background.

To know.

In my past life, in that parallel universe...

Besides being a trainee, he's also a web novel writer behind the scenes.

That was a memory filled with heartache and helplessness.

In order to earn that meager living expenses.

He spends all his free time in front of the computer screen, frantically typing away.

only.

He wrote several novels, each millions of words long, but none of them became hits.

Even the most basic perfect attendance bonus is extremely difficult to obtain.

It was a complete and utter failure.

but.

This failed experience was not without its lessons.

That hand speed was truly honed through practice.

This allows him to type without needing to look at the keys.

Whatever image comes to mind, your fingers can instantly convert it into text.

just now.

The situation is completely different now.

With the vast experience of gambling gods in his mind and extremely fast hand speed.

Li Mo'an's thoughts flowed like a spring.

He no longer needs to rack his brains over those vague and fantastical plots.

All he needed to do was narrate the myriad techniques that the system had bestowed upon him, which had been tested and refined countless times in real combat, in the first person.

He began to build the lifeblood of this fictional character in the document.

At the beginning of the text.

He wrote that the character he played was born in a small alleyway full of local flavor.

I grew up watching people around me wasting their time at the mahjong table.

Until one day, he encountered an old man demonstrating how to shuffle cards with an apple.

That old man was the master he created based on Teacher Huang.

He artistically processed Teacher Huang's slightly clumsy movements in the pavilion with highly vivid words.

In the biography.

The master sat in the dim light, holding an enamel teacup in his hand, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

He just casually rubbed his fingers together.

They can then use the blind spots caused by light refraction to quietly switch out the cards.

And after leaving the mountain.

He also wrote in detail about a thrilling endgame game in the document.

He perfectly integrated his understanding of card counting probabilities into the description of the gambling table.

The written record describes the attack when facing three seasoned masters of the Thousand Gates.

How to analyze the four community cards already on the table, combined with the opponent's raising frequency in previous rounds.

The probability of instantly calculating in your mind that the opponent's hole cards are a flush is only three percent.

then.

With a calm expression, he put forward all his chips to launch a desperate counterattack.

There is no empty emotional outpouring in these words.

All of these are genuine technical breakdowns.

The cause-and-effect relationship of every action is written meticulously.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the tapping of the keyboard.

An hour later.

He then wrote a biographical sketch of the person.

The keyboard noise finally stopped.

He stopped pointing and leaned back in his chair.

I moved the mouse and carefully read through the document, which contained several thousand words, from beginning to end.

He checked the layout.

The spacing between several paragraphs has been adjusted to ensure a smooth reading experience.

After confirming there are no typos.

Click the mouse.

I saved this file.

Then.

He brought up the QQ group chat interface called "Gambling Techniques".

I dragged and dropped the file into the chat box.

Then, I posted it in the group.

Li Mo'an remained calm.

"This is an autobiography that contains real theories of gambling."

"This should meet their standards."

Such a thought came to his mind.

Almost simultaneously.

With the uploading and distribution of network data.

Ding dong, ding dong.

The crisp system notification sound rang out across different cities in Southeast University.

Group members in various locations received notifications that there was a new message.

Before that.

Because Li Mo'an demonstrated such advanced theories of the "Thousand Doors" technique in the group.

A single sentence can break through the technical bottleneck that has puzzled them for over a decade.

and so.

Because these people had all set up special monitoring for Li Mo'an, this mysterious gambling master, in the background.

Whenever he speaks, his phone will vibrate and make a loud noise, ignoring any do-not-disturb settings.

In a small coastal city in the south.

Under the night.

The air was filled with the sultry heat typical of summer.

On the roof of a six-story building.

The old man was wearing a white tank top and a pair of plastic flip-flops.

He lay on a creaking bamboo recliner to cool off.

He was holding a large palm-leaf fan with slightly damaged edges.

On the small wooden tea table next to the bamboo chair, there was a cup of strong tea that had turned black from steeping.

Life was comfortable and peaceful.

once.

He was a powerful figure in the underground gambling dens in the south.

I have witnessed countless tragedies of families being ruined and people dying because of money.

So after he retired, he lived off the rent from the property he received as compensation for his family's demolition and never touched a deck of cards again.

but.

That deep-seated desire for the technology of a thousand doors has never truly been extinguished.

The old man heard the notification sound.

His movement of waving the palm-leaf fan stopped abruptly.

He immediately put down the fan in his hand.

He reached out his calloused hands and picked up the old cell phone that was on the coffee table.

He took a pair of reading glasses out of his shirt pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Then I opened the group chat.

Then, I saw the file that Li Mo'an had sent.

The old man's gaze, framed by his reading glasses, fell upon the screen.

My gaze was fixed on the white file icon.

When you see the filename.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The old man's hand holding the phone began to tremble uncontrollably.

I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp.

Even breathing stopped at that moment.

Because the file name was clearly titled "My Life as a God of Gamblers".

God of Gamblers!

These two words were like a thunderclap.

It struck his heart, which had been dormant for many years.

"God of Gamblers..."

"The only true master in this group is actually a gambling god?"

He stared blankly at the filename.

My brain seemed to freeze, going completely blank.

So this is the big shot who dares to call himself the God of Gamblers in the title.

Who is it?

To know.

In that intricate and calculating world of gambling.

The title "God of Gamblers" is definitely more than just a compliment to someone's card skills.

That was an extremely dangerous taboo.

It's an absolute red line that anyone who crosses it will die.

Anyone who dares to call themselves the God of Gamblers is practically stirring up a hornet's nest!

After all, the gambling world is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and swindlers and cheaters are rampant.

Everyone here makes a living at the gambling table by relying on their skills.

It's common for people to be unwilling to submit to each other.

You cheated and beat me today, but I'll set a trap for you to win back tomorrow.

Everyone earns their living through their own abilities, and there's a lot of disdain and competition between them.

In this cruel environment.

Anyone who dares to openly call themselves the God of Gamblers.

That would be tantamount to issuing a challenge to all the students at Tokyo University.

Then seek out endless challenges.

Countless self-proclaimed masters of the game will come one after another to gamble with you, hoping to rise to power by stepping on your name.

It can be said.

Calling yourself a "God of Gamblers" in this circle is like asking for trouble!

This is why someone like him, who once dominated the underground casinos in the south, only dares to be called a "Southern Gambler."

of course.

There was also someone in their group who called himself the One-Eyed God of Gamblers.

but.

The title of "God of Gamblers" is preceded by the modifier "one-eyed"!

Why is it called a one-eyed person?

That's because of that bastard.

That is, Zhang Changhai.

The consequences of calling oneself a gambling god.

Back in his youthful arrogance, he recklessly proclaimed himself the God of Gamblers.

As a result, it attracted the hostility of countless peers.

They were set up in a deadly trap by a conspirator.

In that brutal match, Zhang Changhai fell victim to a series of cheats.

Not only did they lose everything, but they also went bankrupt.

He was even pinned to the table and had one of his eyes gouged out!

This is a bloody lesson.

Moreover, the other party dares to continue calling himself the God of Gamblers in the group.

That's because he has completely withdrawn from the gambling world now.

A disabled person who no longer plays cards.

Others will then stop caring about such an empty title.

Even so, it still honestly added the modifier "one-eyed".

This serves as a warning to myself and to show others that I have paid the price and am now a useless person.

But the bigwig who issued the document was completely different.

But this big shot directly released something that looked like an autobiography.

No humble prefix was added.

He's a pure gambling god.

Moreover, it seems that he doesn't just call himself the God of Gamblers for fun outside the gambling world, but does so within the gambling world itself.

This is tantamount to issuing a silent declaration to the entire Thousand Gates sect.

This composure, remaining unmoved even when Mount Tai collapses before you.

This confidence stems from disregarding all the heroes under heaven.

How could he not be shaken?