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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

After settling the bill and stepping outside, Ophelia expressed her gratitude once more. 


After engaging in some light conversation, she inquired, “Judging by your accents, you’re not from Jingmen, are you? Here on vacation?” 


As I contemplated how to broach a more serious topic, Ophelia unexpectedly asked me. 


I seized the opportunity, feigning difficulty as I replied, “Actually, I had intended to visit an acquaintance of my relative, but I lack any means to contact him. He happens to be quite a prominent figure in Jingmen, and gaining an audience with him appears quite impossible…” 


“What is his name?” Ophelia asked casually. 


Ophelia’s demeanour shifted slightly as she scrutinized both me and Lord Alaric, seemingly attempting to peer into our thoughts through our exterior. 


“What do you wish to see him about?” 


After a moment of hesitation, she finally queried. 


“I merely seek to inquire about some bygone events worldwide…” 


Chapter 320: Are you a gambling expert