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

As soon as Vivian finished speaking, Alaric glanced at me. I understood his intention and slightly nodded. Alaric was eager to join this game. Upon seeing my affirmation, Alaric addressed Vivian, saying, "Three-card poker is quite appealing; I often enjoy playing it..." 


Alaric did not explicitly state his desire to participate but was waiting for Vivian to extend an invitation. This approach seemed more natural. 


“Would you like to play? If you’d like, I can take you up to see it?” Vivian responded, echoing Alaric’s suggestion. Our purpose today was to meet Vivian and perhaps catch a glimpse of the elder brother-in-law. If we could join the game, our presence here would be justified. 


“Sure, I have nothing pressing to do. Let’s go up and play for a while!” Alaric smoothly seized the opportunity. However, Vivian remained motionless, looking at Alaric and saying, “I still don’t know your name. How can I introduce you to them?” 


Chapter 182: The Game Commences