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 never anticipated that the individual claiming to be Lord Alaric would turn out to be Branwen's cousin. 


The last time at Elephant Tower, Alaric had attempted to use me as a pawn—he had planned to make money with me, only to be caught and subsequently escape. Since that incident, we had not crossed paths again. Yet, there I was, unexpectedly encountering him here today. 


Alaric, upon seeing me, wore an expression of astonishment. "You..." he started to utter, before promptly biting back his words. 


Branwen shot him a curious glance and inquired, "Do you know my brother?" 


Without a moment's consideration, Alaric shook his head. It seemed he was reluctant for his cousin to discover his gambling activities in Harbei City. Branwen, being no novice, could easily discern the nuances of the situation. 


Chapter 123: The Chaotic Casino