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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

The railing had already been opened when everyone disembarked earlier. Unbeknownst to Zou Tian, he was forcefully pushed into the river by his brother. On the river's surface, three massive whirlpools formed. After struggling a few times, Zou Tian was swallowed by the waves, and the river surface returned to calm once more. 


We all stood there, stunned. None of us had anticipated that the two Zou brothers would meet such an end. Perhaps, however, it wasn't entirely unexpected. Whether they were gamblers or dealers, those who walked the path of gambling, immersed in the world of betting, often schemed and deceived each other for personal gain. Such an ending seemed almost predestined. 


The water on the deck had already risen to our ankles. Lord Alaric looked at me and softly said, "It's time for us to leave as well." 


I nodded. But as I passed by Selena and the others, I couldn't help but pause. Turning to Selena, she was smiling at me, though her smile was tinged with sorrow. 


Chapter 398: The End