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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 man was impeccably dressed and exuded an extraordinary aura. Upon seeing him, Norma first lowered her head, a bit embarrassed, and called out, "Daddy, are you done with your business? This is a friend I just met!" 


Alaric was quick to react. He immediately stood up and said politely, "Hello, sir. I'm Alaric. Nice to meet you!" I had known Alaric for so long, but this was the first time I had seen him so formal. As he spoke, Alaric extended his hand, intending to shake hands with the man. Unfortunately, the man didn't even glance at it. He turned his head and said to Norma, "I've told you many times not to associate with these miscellaneous people outside. Come on, let's go back!" 


Chapter 410: A Tale of the Arabian Nights