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

After examining the card, Lord Alaric inhaled its fragrance. 


The scent wafting from the card bore an uncanny resemblance to that which enveloped the girl. 


neither a potent perfume nor the delicate fragrance of flowers, 


one that was incredibly pleasing to the senses, 


enticing one to linger just a little longer. 


As she spoke, the girl glanced out the window. 


Then, rising gracefully, she prepared to leave. 


Curiosity got the better of Lord Alaric, prompting him to ask, 


With a refined smile, she turned her gaze back and replied, 


"I apologize, my boyfriend has arrived to pick me up. I can't stay and chat with you any longer..." 


Lord Alaric's face exhibited profound surprise. 


"Indeed! But you can call me later. I find you quite intriguing and charming..." 


Chapter 239: The Most Heartless Is the Orchid