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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

Lord Alaric's words did not seem to register with Ophelia. With a casual shrug, she fell silent as the waiter began serving the dishes. 


As the delightful aromas wafted around us, Ophelia's eyes sparkled, and she declared, "Excuse me, but I must eat!" It was evident she intended to dismiss us, leaving Lord Alaric and me to depart awkwardly. 


Upon returning to our seats, we were met with Aeliana's disapproving glare. "Can you both not display a bit of ambition? What is it about encountering a woman that renders you both so utterly spellbound?" 


Aeliana's visibly irked demeanour suggested that she was genuinely displeased. 


"What were you two discussing?" inquired Eden Martha, curiosity evident in his voice. 


“We hardly discussed anything; I merely asked for her name!” I replied defensively. 


Eden Martha suddenly set down his chopsticks, his gaze shifting thoughtfully in Ophelia's direction. 


Chapter 319: The Hero Saves the Beauty