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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

Upon answering the phone, I was greeted by Selena's gentle voice. "Sir, have you forgotten all about me? Since Fengtian returned, you haven't even called to check in." 


Her tone carried a hint of playful reproach, and I felt a slight embarrassment wash over me. Indeed, ever since Fengtian's return, I had been preoccupied with Lord Alaric and then addressing Fenris, and I had neglected to reach out to Selena. 


After exchanging some pleasantries, Selena continued, "If you have some time later, why not visit my club? There's something I’d like to discuss with you..." 


"Sure!" I replied and promptly ended the call. 


As I sat across from Old Wu, he took a sip from his drink and shot me a sidelong glance. "A woman?" 


"A friend? It seems more complicated than that," Old Wu remarked, finishing the last of his drink in a single gulp. A flush brightened his otherwise sallow complexion. 


"Your assumptions are as revealing as ever—" 


Chapter 284: A Request for Guidance