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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 song came to an end. The two women behind the curtain stood up and bowed. The hostess stepped onto the stage and said: 


"Dear bosses, our young lady has just made her debut. If there were any shortcomings in her performance, please bear with us!" 


With that, the hostess bowed slightly to show her gratitude. 


"Also, let me inform all the bosses once again. Our young lady is well-versed in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, literature, history, and philosophy. If any boss would like to have a discussion with our young lady, you may place a bid. The starting price is fifty-eight thousand eight hundred US dollars. Each raise is ten thousand. Let me add that our young lady can accompany you for a drink and a pleasant chat. But she sells her art, not herself!" 


As soon as she finished speaking, there was an immediate sigh from the crowd. Alaric, in particular, said in confusion: 


Chapter 475: The Eye Connection