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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

After a brief moment, a knock on the door echoed through the room. At the sound, my heart clenched with mounting anxiety. Though I couldn't claim an in-depth understanding of the second brother, I knew enough to recognize his twisted nature and ruthless methods. The thought of Lord Alaric falling into his hands was a chilling one. 


The door creaked open, and a group of burly bodyguards escorted Lord Alaric into the room. The sight of him brought a measure of relief; from what I could see, he appeared unscathed, his usual nonchalant pride still etched on his face. Upon seeing us, Lord Alaric's expression flickered with surprise before he turned to the second brother and said, "Fenris, you lost, didn't you?" 


Chapter 262: One-on-One Duel?