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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

"Alaric!" I called out to him in a low voice. But Alaric remained fixated on the entrance, his lips moving slightly as he murmured, "Don't anyone talk to me, my love has arrived!" 


Ophelia was utterly astonished, but Dark, Aeliana, and I acted as if we hadn't heard a thing. After all, we had heard such declarations from Alaric countless times before. As soon as he spoke, Alaric immediately stood up, and the rest of us turned around to see what had caught his attention. 


At the entrance stood a girl, around twenty years old. Alaric certainly had a good eye; the girl was indeed very beautiful, with clear and attractive features, looking innocent and lovely. She was also quite tall, probably around five feet seven inches. She wore a sun hat and a blue floral dress with a wide white belt around her waist, which accentuated her slender figure. Paired with crystal-high heels, she appeared even more graceful and charming. 


Chapter 409: Love Has Come