I Suddenly Became Rich, But I Have No Idea How to Spend the Money

The VIP room was located exactly on the opposite side of the general rooms, with a separate entrance distinct from the common areas.

While the general rooms had guests dressed in relatively casual attire, there was not a single casually dressed person in the VIP room. The dealers, of course, wore bow ties, and nearly all the guests were clad in tuxedos.

As I was escorted, I received an explanation about the building.

For an ordinary person, the interior and exterior of Casino Monte Carlo would be overwhelming.

Its sheer grandeur was enough to leave any observer in awe.

The building, designed in the Belle Époque style by Charles Garnier, and the luxurious theater designed by Gustave Eiffel—the same man behind the famous Eiffel Tower—were sights grand enough to satisfy even the most seasoned travelers.

Under normal circumstances, if I were in a relaxed state of mind without any pressure, I might have taken the time to truly appreciate the scenery and architecture. But now was a time for battle.

A reasonable amount of tension kept my senses sharp.

First, I was guided to a European-style roulette table and took a seat at an available spot.

Unlike the American style, which has 38 numbers (including 0 and 00), the European-style roulette consists of 37 numbers, ranging from 0 to 36.

That said, it’s not as though American casinos only have American-style roulette or European casinos only have European-style roulette—most casinos offer both.

As I took my seat, I noticed the dealer’s expression stiffen for a moment.

It was only natural.

After all, I had already effectively shut down an entire casino with my roulette play before.

There was no way such a story hadn’t spread.

Unlike Japanese gambling establishments like the JRA (Japan Racing Association), in a casino, the odds do not change no matter how much one bets.

Whether one wagers 10,000 euros or just 1 euro on a single number in roulette, the odds remain the same at 32 to 1.

This is a universal rule, regardless of East or West.

Because of this, “theoretically,” it is possible for a casino to go bankrupt.

Of course, under normal circumstances, such a thing is nearly impossible.

However, in my case, I had already proven that it could happen, which is why casinos feared me.

And to make matters worse for them, all of my winning streaks were purely due to luck—not fraud.

Since roulette is a game where neither the casino nor the player can cheat, the casino could not even accuse me of foul play.

If a casino were to suspect foul play in roulette, it would directly call into question its own credibility.

Games like blackjack, which involve psychological battles between the dealer and the player, or games requiring skill, leave room for potential manipulation.

However, a ball following the laws of physics is beyond anyone’s control.

If either the casino or the player could predict or manipulate the outcome, that casino would instantly lose all credibility.

Because of this, the casino could not accuse me of anything.

For the record, the Guinness Book of Records even contains an instance where black came up 24 times in a row.

To start off, I exchanged 5,000 euros of my cash into roulette chips.

“All in on black.”

The ball landed on black.

“All in on red.”

The ball landed on red.

“All in on red again.”

Once more, the ball landed on red.

At this point, I had amassed 40,000 euros in chips.

In a flash, I had accumulated over 6 million yen in chips.

If this were Las Vegas or Macau, the table would have been buzzing, but here in Casino Monte Carlo, such a thing was not at all unusual.

Here in Monaco, where the world’s wealthiest gather, and within this VIP room, where only an exclusive subset of those wealthy individuals are granted entry, the stakes were on an entirely different level.

There were those who lost 100 million euros in a single night, and others who won just as much in the same span.

The clientele here were of an entirely different caliber, and the sums of money exchanged reflected that.

There was a reason why this casino bore the name of the number one casino in a city where Rolls-Royces lined the streets in traffic.

A mere flutter of a few million euros was hardly enough to make anyone bat an eye.

Without feeling any external pressure, I continued to play in silence.

I found this atmosphere quite comfortable, and so I endeavored not to disrupt it.

Moderate losses and substantial wins.

I simply repeated this pattern.

From here on, I refrained from making conspicuous declarations like “all in.”

After about an hour, my 40,000 euros had turned into 800,000 euros—approximately 1.3 billion yen.

Casually, I exchanged my chips for higher-value ones so as not to attract attention.

From an outsider’s perspective, my chip stack didn’t appear particularly large.

However, only a few seasoned high rollers would recognize that each of those chips was worth 10,000 euros.

Meanwhile, the true titans of wealth before me, who were stacking chips worth a million euros each as they enjoyed billion-euro games, hardly cared about the value of a single chip.

I spread my bets, took losses, scored big wins, chatted with the gentlemen and ladies at my table, all to divert attention from myself.

This, too, was an exhilarating thrill.

When a gentleman remarked, “You seem to be winning quite a bit,” I responded with the customary, “Just a lucky streak, nothing more.”

If I then took a small loss right afterward, his interest would naturally shift elsewhere.

Not that he was accusing me of anything—this was simply my own superstition.

Like stepping only on the white lines of a crosswalk as if my life depended on it.

Continuing in this fashion, my chip count steadily grew to approximately 3 million euros.

That’s just shy of 500 million yen.

I had sixty 50,000-euro chips and a handful of smaller ones.

I cashed out two of the 50,000-euro chips and tipped the dealer with the small chips.

The exchange gave me 100,000 euros—500 bills of 200-euro notes.

With five stacks of 100 bills each, I barely managed to stuff them into my Louis Vuitton Portefeuille Brazza wallet. The excess bills were crammed into my inner pocket and clutch.

It looked somewhat ridiculous, bulging as it was.

I converted ten of the remaining chips into general casino chips for other games.

The remaining 48 chips were deposited with the casino.

I’d be back to play tomorrow.

With the ten chips I had set aside, I made my way to the baccarat table.

Here in Casino Monte Carlo, it was called “Punto Banco.”

This game was purely luck-based, with only three choices—bet on Punto (player), Banco (banker), or Tie (draw).

Statistically, Banco had a slightly higher chance of winning, so betting on Tie was almost never an option for those aiming to win.

The usual payouts were 2x for Punto, 1.95x for Banco, and a return of the bet for Tie.

Here, too, I refrained from making bold proclamations and simply enjoyed the game in peace.

Somehow, trying too hard to earn money here felt crude.

That said, I wasn’t quite ready to relinquish my worldly desires and willingly lose.

Surrounded by luxurious furnishings, I savored the leisurely passage of time.

Every now and then, a glass of top-tier champagne was brought to me, and I took in its aroma.

At just over twenty years old, I couldn’t fully appreciate the nuances, but at the very least, I knew it tasted excellent.

Starting with ten 50,000-euro chips, I found myself holding over forty by the time I noticed.

I tipped the dealer with all the smaller chips and deposited the remaining 42 chips with the casino.

That brought my total deposit to 90 chips—4.5 million euros, or about 730 million yen.

Absolutely insane.

Though it didn’t feel like much time had passed, it was already slightly late for dinner.

“Guess it’s time to wrap up for now.”