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

I understood Ulfred's intention clearly. He did not want Aeliana to continue down the path of thievery; he yearned for someone to guide her. As for his remarks about preparing tea and warming my feet, that was merely a courtesy. 


After a moment’s contemplation, I spoke up: 


“If Ulfred has no objections and trusts me, then Aeliana may accompany me. I never had siblings growing up, so rest assured, I will treat her as my sister…” 


I spoke from the heart. Ever since I turned six, I had not experienced any familial affection. 


A look of relief washed over Ulfred's face. 


As we conversed, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen sauntered into the pavilion. He had delicate features, a fair complexion, and was not particularly tall, wearing spectacles. Clutching an English book, he ambled along, engrossed in his reading. 


Chapter 106: The Treasure Girl