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

Aeliana was initially taken aback but quickly displayed a defiant expression, declaring, "I didn't even hit him hard! If I had, his hand would be ruined by now..." 


This little girl had a wild and unruly nature, displaying a lack of reason and disregard for decorum. My mere words would never persuade her to submit. So, I slowly approached her. 


Aeliana, filled with caution, narrowed her eyes as she asked, "What do you want?" 


I shook my head and replied coolly, "Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on you!" 


In truth, I wasn't even sure I could overpower her if it came to a confrontation. After all, that razor-sharp blade of hers was enough to instil fear in anyone. 


Aeliana sensed my hesitance and stood her ground. I raised my hand and gently patted her shoulder. Despite her ragged clothing, she was still a girl. My gesture, however, only elicited a look of disdain from her. 


She pushed my hand away, reacting vehemently. Suddenly, her expression changed dramatically. 


Chapter 24: The Eight Generals of the Gambling Sect