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

With these petty thieves assisting in the search for Aeliana, a sense of reassurance washed over me. I sat with Old Man Liu, sipping tea and engaging in amiable conversation. After a while, he sighed, a pensive expression settling upon his weathered features. 


"Ah," he began, "we style ourselves as 'masters,' yet amongst the old guard of the Thieves' Guild, there's only one who truly deserves the title – Ulfred. The present tranquillity enjoyed by Harbei City's underworld is entirely due to his efforts..." 


Intrigued, I cast a curious glance at Old Man Liu. Ulfred's past remained largely unknown to me. Observing my puzzled expression, he launched into his narrative: 


"If my memory serves, Ulfred arrived in Harbei City eight years ago. He was a man of principle, rigorously upholding the ancient traditions of the Thieves' Guild. Never did he flaunt his mastery, nor did he lord his superior skills over others. He treated us younger generations with unwavering equality." 


Chapter 147: A History of the Thieves' Guild