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 thieving techniques of the rogue faction are manifold. 


Some employ bare hands, the art of slipping through doors, and the use of specialized tools. 


"White-handed" refers to doing everything solely with one's hands, devoid of instruments. 


The "thread-weaver" describes an expert in deftly picking locks and sliding through doors. 


With merely a single strand, one might unlock countless types of locks. 


"Tool-wielding" refers to individuals like Aeliana, adept with quick knives or tweezers. 


Furthermore, it should be noted that those who once dared to claim membership within the thieving fraternity were far from mere pickpockets or petty thieves. 


Typically, they were seasoned master criminals with exceptional skills. 


Upon observing my demeanour, Aeliana expressed her dissatisfaction, questioning, 


“Lupan, don’t tell me this isn’t sufficient?” 


The young girl boldly called me by my name, and her rebellious side was immediately revealed. 


Chapter 73: The Arrangement