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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

Noticing my silence, Lord Alaric yawned lazily and remarked, "There isn't much cash left on the table; let’s play tomorrow instead. I'm feeling a bit weary too..." He even deliberately stretched his arms for effect. 


We had no intention of leaving; rather, Lord Alaric’s statement was strategically crafted to instil panic in Joyce. 


For once this table disperses, the prospect of continuing the game tomorrow remained uncertain. 


After all, it was quite reasonable that both Lord Alaric and I would opt to cease playing after a successful day of winnings. 


Moreover, we hailed from Harbei City, and once our business concluded, we might leave Jingmen at a moment's notice. 


Indeed, Joyce looked visibly flustered. He quickly asserted, "It's alright, we still have several hundred thousand among us. If that's not enough, I have my ways..." 


Observing Joyce’s anxious demeanour amused me internally. 


Chapter 329: The Swallowed Hook Phenomenon