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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

But unfortunately, the sheer number of opponents was overwhelming. Although the people in front of us had retreated, those on the sides immediately swarmed over. Aeliana and Alaric were dealing with the left flank, while Ophelia and I stood on the right. The most frustrating thing was that we couldn't bring our steel plates into the casino today, and we didn't have any convenient weapons on hand. Although we managed to take down a few goons, it was still a perilous situation. 


"Kill them! For every one you knock down, I'll give you an extra hundred thousand. Brothers, charge!" Jakari shouted. Encouraged by his words, the goons became even more vigorous, shouting and charging towards us. The situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. Both Alaric and I had taken a few hits, but fortunately, we had positioned ourselves in a triangular formation, allowing us to cover each other, so no one had been knocked down yet. 


Chapter 428: Aristocratic Aura