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 lit a cigarette, taking a leisurely puff as I watched Alaric, still pinned to the card table. I declared nonchalantly, “I do not know him!” 


The short man let out a cold laugh, fixing his gaze on me. “Don’t tell me you think I’m a fool?” 


Even Alaric, with his eyes, closed in resignation, appeared unbothered, adopting a demeanour of indifference that seemed oddly defiant in the face of danger. “Oh, Twelve, just give in already. It’s nothing—better to lose a hand than face the music…” 


As the situation unfolded, one particular aspect struck me as odd. Alaric wasn’t a fool. He was well aware of the consequences of being caught. Yet, aside from a brief moment of tension at the start, he seemed unperturbed, almost cavalier. Who exactly was this guy? 


Even now, he dared to crack jokes. “He claims you’re in cahoots with him. Continuing to deny it is pointless! I suggest you confess, or you’ll be in for a world of trouble…” 


Chapter 111: Interception