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

Certain individuals exude an air of affluence as if it were an inherent trait, such as Alaric. 


Draped in a leather trench coat, tailored suit, and sunglasses, he alighted from the luxury car, instantly captivating the attention of onlookers. 


First and foremost, there was Alaric's striking handsomeness. Standing tall with a well-proportioned physique, his attire conveyed an unmistakable sense of distinction and superiority. 


Secondly, he possessed an air of nonchalance, even condescension, that suggested he looked down upon the world. Anyone observing him would perceive he was no ordinary figure. 


The night prior, during the lavish feast, Old Bill had already informed Gary of the arrival of an important leader's son from the province, instructing him to prepare for the visit and assuring that expenses would be covered by the mine. 


Chapter 207: The Young Aristocrat