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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

In the ensuing days, Dark returned home each evening, leaving early in the morning and wearing a smile that betrayed the flutter of newfound affection. 


One night, around nine o'clock, I was engaged in casual conversation with Lord Alaric and Aeliana in our room. 


Dark entered, impeccably dressed in a suit and with his hair slicked back, humming a cheerful tune. It struck me how handsome he was, despite his usual indifference to his appearance. 


Upon entering, he noticed our three pairs of eyes fixed upon him. Dark, slightly embarrassed, chuckled as he asked, “What are you all staring at?” 


Aeliana pouted, gazing at him fervently, and inquired, “Brother, are you really in love?” 


With a silly grin, Dark shook his head furiously. “No, no, she’s just a friend…” 


As he spoke, he turned to the mirror, beginning to fuss over his hair once more. 


Chapter 338: Progress