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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

Ophelia radiantly acknowledged everyone with a nod before turning her attention toward me, offering a cheerful "Hi." She had previously expressed her desire to explore the world, and I had assumed it was but a fleeting whim. Little did I anticipate that she would step into this realm in such a manner. 


Zou Tian and Derrick squinted in her direction, recognizing that the current situation was decidedly unfavourable for them. Derrick, being the shorter and leaner of the two, forced a couple of awkward chuckles before remarking, "I didn't realize Edmund's daughter could stand her ground like this. However, I must admit my curiosity: Ophelia, considering you are one of us from Jingmen, are you truly willing to side with a scoundrel from Harbei City?" 


Chapter 347: The Contest of Wits