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

Standing before the mirror, Aeliana began the process of transforming my appearance. 


As the delicate, gossamer-like face mask adhered to my skin, I gazed at my reflection, overwhelmed by a tide of astonishment. 


Before me was a visage I had never encountered before. 


At that moment, I was no longer myself. 


Yet, Aeliana, reflected in the mirror, appeared somewhat downcast. 


She cast furtive glances at me, her expression a mixture of hesitation and unvoiced thoughts. 


"Is there something you wish to say?" I inquired. 


Aeliana pursed her lips, contemplating for a moment before reluctantly uttering three words: 


I nodded slightly, choosing not to respond. 


Aeliana, perplexed, immediately pressed: 


"Why don’t you ask me why I’m apologizing?" 


I chuckled softly, turning to her and replying, 


Chapter 153: A Return to Familiar Grounds