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

The beggar chief's expression darkened ominously. 


He pointed an accusatory finger at Eldric, his voice booming, 


“You scoundrel! After all the kindness I've shown you, this is how you repay me! Brothers, seize this ungrateful wretch! I'm going to teach him a lesson today!” 


However, to his chagrin, none of those around him moved. 


Eldric had quietly allied with a good number of them prior, 


and although not all, those present were disinclined to act, simply spectating. 


Seeing his orders go unheard, the chief panicked. 


The onlookers remained unmoved, their faces vacant. 


With a sweeping gesture, Eldric addressed them loudly, 


“Brothers, we’ve been bullied and deceived for far too long. What do you think we should do about this?” 


The beggar gang had always been a ragtag assembly, 


and with Eldric’s prior machinations, 


someone quickly led the chorus, shouting, 


Chapter 179: Usurpation