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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

The cards I had secretly inserted were positioned at the very front of the dealing shoe, which was currently dispensing cards in a standard sequence. This presented a crucial opportunity for both Lord Alaric—playing as the initial bettor—and Eden Martha, seated at the end of the table—to place substantial wagers. Their prompt action would ensure that the two hands containing the tampered cards would indeed be dealt to them. 


As soon as the cards were dealt, I signalled for both of them to escalate their bets. Lord Alaric wasted no time, placing a wager of one hundred thousand chips. Observing him, Eden Martha followed suit with a bet of fifty thousand. This had been our prearranged strategy, ensuring that their wagers would not match, thereby avoiding any suspicion of collusion. 


Seeing Lord Alaric’s bold stake, the young dealer expressed her reluctance, advising him, "Gambling should be for pleasure; there's no need to wager so heavily..." 


Chapter 314: The Scheme