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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 ending the call, Dark and I turned our gaze once more toward Lord Alaric, while Aeliana stifled a mischievous chuckle by the sidelines. 


Sensing our scrutinizing looks, Lord Alaric crooked his head and remarked, 


“Hold on, don’t look at me first. Sir, are you seriously suggesting one of us should apply to that place—what was it? Huangping—to work as a… male escort?” 


“That’s called a male host, don’t be so crude!” Dark stifled a laugh, teasing Lord Alaric deliberately. 


None among us had any acquaintance with this woman named Miriam. 


The sole way to establish contact with her was to apply for the position. 


Lord Alaric rose, adopting a solemn tone as he addressed Dark and me, 


“Let me ask you both—among the three of us, who is the most handsome?” 


Dark and I exchanged glances, opting for silence. 


Noticing our reticence, Lord Alaric turned to Aeliana and persisted, 


Chapter 369: The Application