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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 chatting with Ophelia for a while, we decided to head to the inner suite to see how Alaric and the others were faring. As we entered the suite, we were immediately drawn to a gambling table surrounded by a crowd. Dark, Alaric, and Aeliana were among those watching intently. I approached and asked Alaric, "How's the game going?" 


Alaric shook his head. "We haven't played yet, just watching the excitement." 


No sooner had he spoken than Jakari, who was standing nearby, impatiently interjected, "Are you guys here to play or just to gawk? What's so interesting about this? Go find another table to play at!" 


I looked at Jakari, puzzled by his urgency. Why was he so anxious? Alaric, clearly irritated, glanced at Jakari and then whispered to me, "Man, I get the feeling that Jakari is acting like a fool." 


Chapter 406: The Plum Blossom and Bamboo