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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

When I encountered Lord Alaric again, it was already the following morning. 


His eyes were shadowed, and weariness was etched across his features. 


Seated on the sofa, he yawned repeatedly. 


After casting a glance in my direction, Lord Alaric queried directly, 


“Oddly enough, why don’t you ask me where I went last night?” 


I was indeed curious but had yet to voice my inquiry. 


“So, where did you go last night?” I finally asked. 


“Personal matters; I cannot divulge!” 


If he wouldn’t tell me, why would he invite the question? 


“Griselda's cousin, Verna—Zou No. 2's wife. She hails from the Qita River area and worked as a receptionist at a star-rated hotel in Harbei City after graduating from a vocational school. At that time, she was in a relationship with a man named Borg. They were on the brink of marriage when Fenris unexpectedly intervened, complicating their lives. Up until now…” 


Chapter 278: A Dual Approach