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

Not far behind us stood a man, holding a travel bag in his hand. 


Upon seeing us, he flashed a mischievous smile and said, 


As he spoke, he sauntered closer, beaming, 


"Lord Alaric has officially returned to Harbei City. From this moment onward, I shall fight alongside you!" 


I gazed at Alaric, a mix of amusement and disbelief on my face. 


"Did your brother consent to your return to Harbei City?" 


Alaric's brother, Branwen, had once confided in me. 


About their family’s long-standing aversion to gambling. 


His return to Harbei City, and to my side, 


signified a choice to tread the path of vice. 


With an air of carelessness, Alaric replied, 


"My brother talks tough but gives in easily; all I had to do was wear him down. As long as I keep my mother in the dark, that’s a minor detail. Come on, let’s go inside and chat…” 


Chapter 180: Rumor-monger