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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

I lit a cigarette, patiently awaiting Borg’s response. 


After a considerable pause, he began to speak slowly: 


“At the time, Verna was just pregnant, and we had planned to marry immediately. However, one day, Fenris came to the hotel where we worked and overheard Verna discussing her pregnancy with a colleague. Consequently, he sent someone to keep an eye on her. Naturally, I could not abide this and challenged him. As you’ve seen, my leg was broken beyond repair. By the time Verna was six or seven months along, Fenris took her to the hospital for a CT scan. Upon discovering it was a boy, he demanded she marry him. Verna firmly refused, but Fenris threatened her, declaring he would harm her entire family if she did not comply. With no choice, Verna had to wed Fenris…” 


Borg sighed heavily, his voice laden with sorrow. 


Chapter 279: The Rumor-monger’s Grace