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

A surge of alarm rippled through me. In the previous rounds, Wulfgar had been casting glances my way, and now, his gaze was fixed intently on Liora. It appeared that my covert signal had been detected. Yet, during the last several games, I hadn't signalled her at all. Were they perhaps seeking to settle old scores? The only course of action available to me was to remain calm. As long as they didn't catch me red-handed, I would never confess. Of course, I also had to rely on Liora's ability to withstand the pressure, and my faith in her was non-existent. 


Women of her ilk, with a simple pull of hair and a few sharp slaps, would likely spill all their secrets. However, I could not speak nor offer Liora any hints; I could only observe the unfolding drama. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with tension. Liora's complexion was pale, yet she clutched the money on the table, her eyes burning with malice directed at the rotund man. Liora was merely bluffing. 


Chapter 57: Espionage in the Shadows