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

"Where's the evidence?" Alaric replied, utterly unperturbed. 


A nearby thug swiftly seized the cards, spreading them out on the table and exclaiming, "There are two cards missing!" 


I frowned, feeling helpless. This was the essence of the swarm strategy—each of them was keenly observing you, rendering any attempt at card switching or manipulation futile. Upon dealing, they were acutely aware of the state of your hand. 


Every single opponent had insight into the game; one person's gaze was often supplemented by another. Yet Alaric remained unfazed, glancing at the pile of cards. "The absence of cards indicates my cheating? I could just as easily claim that one of you has pilfered them!" 


"Enough with the banter—search him!" commanded the blond player, his voice ironclad. 


As he spoke, the other thugs rose swiftly. Alaric, however, stood firm, fixing his steely gaze upon them and declaring, "I dare any of you to try!" 


Chapter 184: The Queen Bee