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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

I took my luggage and found a hotel next to the airport. I booked two rooms, one for discussing matters with the others, and the other for Aeliana to disguise me later. The reason I couldn't disguise myself in front of everyone was because Alaric was still with Norma. Although Norma seemed gentle, obedient, and sensible, we hadn't spent much time together, so I had to be cautious. 


After checking in, we were about to go upstairs when two men quickly walked into the hotel lobby. These men were burly and wore sunglasses. They had the "aeroplane haircut" popular among the socialites in the Northeast region. As soon as they entered the lobby, they glanced at us and went straight to the front desk. 


Chapter 454: The Black Hand