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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

With a loud *thud*, the drunken man collapsed to the ground in a dishevelled mess. 


Yet, Lord Alaric's anger was still not sated. Seeing the man attempt to rise, he lifted a chair and brought it down with a fierce blow. 


The wooden chair shattered upon impact, producing a *clang*. The drunkard, now on the floor, cradled his head and shouted, 


"I am from the Zou family! How dare you strike me? The Zous will have your life..." 


His words only fueled Lord Alaric's fury. 


"Zou family! It is precisely the Zous I am striking!" 


With that, he raised the broken chair and continued to strike, all the while hissing, 


"Go ahead and curse! I dare you to mention the Zou family again!" 


In all the years I have known Lord Alaric, this was the first time I had witnessed such unbridled rage. 


Yet, a wave of confusion also washed over me. 


Why did he unleash such a violent temper on a mere stranger, a drunken fool? 


Chapter 260: Masculine Resolve