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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

Afterwards, I inquired of Lord Alaric how he discerned that Geraldine's troubles stemmed from her boyfriend. His answer was straightforward. He remarked that a twenty-eight-year-old woman with a stable job and a well-off family surely possessed few concerns beyond matters of the heart. 


Geraldine regarded Lord Alaric with a hint of caution. 


"I'll offer you a glimpse into your romantic predicament... free of charge." 


With a smirk, Lord Alaric pressed on, "What, are we adhering to prudish conventions? Remember, you are the patient, and I am the doctor. You ought to heed my words..." 


Eventually, Geraldine extended her hand. 


Such an act was not uncommon. When faced with indecision, individuals often seek solace in the intangible, such as fortune-telling. 


Chapter 358: The Art of Persuasion