Small tiger

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

Over the next few days, I carefully studied the information on Anastasia Liu. 


I initially thought the simplest and most direct approach would be to have Alaric step forward and try to charm Anastasia Liu. 


Not only did Alaric consider her too old, but after reviewing the information, it became clear that Anastasia Liu was very strong-willed. 


She treated these young men as mere toys, 


summoning them at will and discarding them once she was done. 


At most, she would give them some money. 


Moreover, she strictly forbade them from getting involved in any of her affairs. 


In short, these young men were purely her playthings. 


At this point, sending Alaric would not work. 


We spent several days brainstorming but couldn’t come up with a good plan. 


One evening, we wandered around the night market near the university town. 


The night market was bustling with people, much like any other city. 


It was filled with small stalls and a variety of snacks. 


Chapter 492: Divination