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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

Tongbei, after all, was indeed a practitioner of the gambling arts. Unlike the second boss, who refused to yield in defeat, Tongbei's demeanour shifted as he looked towards me and inquired, "I am curious, did you sneak that die into the game?" 


I simply responded with a faint smile, choosing to remain silent. 


"Can you tell me when you inserted it?" he pressed. 


Such a matter was one I could never disclose to him. Varg had taught me long ago that the essence of a gambler lies not only in skill but also in the ability to exploit an opponent's weaknesses. This mastery allows for an unanticipated execution of deception. 


It was during our previous encounter at the Qita River that I had taught Lord Alaric the fundamental technique of dice manipulation. With his current abilities, managing six dice posed no challenge for him; however, exceeding that number proved somewhat more challenging. 


Chapter 267: The Poorest Rich Second Generation