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

To discern a person's heart, one must listen keenly to their words and tone. In a world like Branwen's, it is impossible not to detect the underlying nuances in his brother's discourse. 


Branwen refrained from uttering my name, instead, he expressed mild surprise, stating, “Miss Qi? I have long wished to make the acquaintance of the eldest daughter of the Qi family, but opportunity has eluded me. Since fate has conspired to bring you together, please convey my regards to Miss Qi over a drink. By the way, I come bearing news: I have secured the fishing rights on the rivers around Harbei City. I just finalized the contract today. Tell Miss Qi that whenever she yearns for fresh river delicacies, she may simply call, and I shall arrange for them to be delivered to her residence…” 


Alaric chuckled heartily, “Brother, this is on the speaker; Miss Qi can hear everything you say!” 


Chapter 208: The Hunt