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

After my decent win the previous day, the casino staff briefed me on the necessary procedures, ensuring that if my winnings were significant by the end of my stay, I would need to pay taxes back in Japan.

Of course, if I had lost, taxes wouldn’t have even been a concern.

Remembering this, I felt that I was now fully prepared in every sense. I renewed my determination and put on my Armani suit—by now, my personal battle attire.

Incidentally, after returning to my room last night, I had sent this very suit to the hotel’s cleaning service, and it was returned to me this morning, freshly pressed and immaculate.

Wearing the same outfit as yesterday, I headed to the casino.

“Yesterday, I won big at the Palazzo, so today, let’s hit up a different place and aim for an even bigger win. Since I’m in Vegas, Bellagio seems like the obvious choice.”

With that thought in mind, I left my hotel and made my way to Bellagio.

The distance between Palazzo and Bellagio isn’t too far. Walking south along the Strip, it appears on the right-hand side after a few minutes.

“So this is Bellagio…”

The grandeur of the place almost overwhelmed me, but I quickly regained my composure—after all, I’m the man who made a fortune off WIN5. Without hesitation, I strode confidently into the casino.

Just like yesterday, I presented my passport for identity and age verification. Then, once again, I took a seat at a roulette table.

But there was one key difference from yesterday—the stakes.

The roulette I played yesterday was at the lowest betting limit.

Today, I had chosen the highest-stakes table.

Taking an open seat, I handed the dealer ten thousand dollars and received my special chips in exchange.

I absentmindedly stroked the Rolex on my left wrist as I pondered where to place my bet.

Watching the roulette wheel spin, I felt an inexplicable certainty—red. I couldn’t picture the ball landing on black at all.

With unwavering confidence, I placed the entire ten thousand dollars on red.

The dealer seemed momentarily surprised, but being a professional, he quickly returned to his usual composure. It must not have been such an unusual sight for him.

The spectators, however, reacted differently.

In America, Japanese people already tend to be perceived as younger than they actually are. And here was this young man—Kirishima—suddenly throwing down a ten-thousand-dollar bet.

Placing all my chips in a single wager also signaled that I had money to spare.

The stunning Nordic woman seated beside me shot me a sultry, lingering smile. Meanwhile, the boisterous-looking South American man standing behind me handed me a glass of champagne as if to celebrate in advance.

Before I knew it, the betting window closed.

Some watched with prayerful anticipation, others with assured expectation, as they followed the ball’s descent.

It landed, of course, on red.

A quiet cheer rippled through the table.

I had just doubled my money to twenty thousand dollars.

In my heart, I pumped my fist in triumph. But outwardly, I maintained my calm.
“Stay composed. Stay composed.”

Again, I focused on predicting the next outcome.

This time, I didn’t have a clear sense of color. But I felt certain that a low number would come up.

I placed my bet on the first dozen (numbers 1 through 12), wagering fifteen thousand dollars. If I won, the payout would be three times my bet.

The people around the table gasped in astonishment.

The South American man behind me, the one who had given me champagne earlier, laughed in disbelief. “Are you trying to provoke the dealer by increasing both your wager and your payout?”

It was only then that I realized how it might have looked. But as someone experiencing a casino for the first time, I had no such intentions—I was simply betting based on my gut feeling.

Nervously, I glanced at the dealer.

His expression remained unchanged.

I exhaled in relief.

A palpable heat of expectation radiated from the surrounding crowd.

As the betting window closed, the tension at the table rose even higher. Everyone watched as the ball bounced and landed on number 5.

The cheers this time were even louder than before.

The South American man clapped me on the shoulder with excitement, while the Nordic woman beside me grasped my hand. On my other side, a tall and striking German woman took the open seat, flashing me a playful wink.

Before me now sat fifty thousand dollars in chips.

“This is getting interesting…!”

Perhaps I preferred the thrill of wagering real money over the detached nature of digital financial games.

Kirishima ran his fingers over his Rolex once more, acknowledging that without it, he might never have had the confidence to step onto this grand stage.

What number should I bet on next? As I pondered, I noticed a single bead of sweat trailing down the dealer’s neck.

“…Is he getting nervous?”

Sensing an opportunity, I fixed my gaze on the dealer, waiting for him to release the ball onto the roulette wheel.

The moment of decision arrived—the last chance to place bets.

“All in. On 16 to 21.”

I slid my towering stack of chips forward.

The dealer was visibly shaken.

A murmur spread through the spectators, their words failing to form coherent sentences.

The South American man, the Nordic woman, the German woman—they all held their breath, watching intently.

The ball landed on 17.

A sixfold payout.

In just one hour, I had turned my winnings into a staggering three hundred thousand dollars.

I felt a shift in the atmosphere—momentum was building.

By now, a massive crowd had gathered around me.

The South American man chuckled in approval. “What a gutsy kid.”

The two women on either side of me leaned in close, their bodies pressed against mine.

My heart pounded, but my mind remained clear.

I had come this far—there was no turning back now.

Once more, I waited until the last moment to place my bet.

This time, the choice was different.

A single number had appeared vividly in my mind—6.

I went all-in.

The payout would be 36 times my bet.

The dealer’s hands trembled as he awaited the ball’s final stop.

A bead of sweat slid down my own neck.

The South American man’s grip on my shoulder tightened involuntarily, but I was too focused to care.

Both women clung to my arms, watching with bated breath.

The entire crowd began chanting my chosen number.

The electric atmosphere, pulsing with festival-like fervor, suddenly fell silent.

With a light “clunk,” the ball settled into its pocket.

The number was 6.

The eruption of cheers was deafening.

Kirishima had won 10.8 million dollars.

The dealer turned pale and was immediately replaced.

Only then did I realize I had been holding my breath. Taking a deep inhale, I looked over at the South American man.

Dressed sharply in a fine suit, he had four women at his side—twice as many as the two clinging to me.

His name, I soon learned, was Daniel.

“I like you, Samurai Boy.”

His phrasing was old-fashioned, but his wild yet warm smile made the words oddly endearing.

“Thanks. I didn’t know a single person here, but with everyone’s energy around me, it felt like I had allies—I was able to take a big risk.”

My winnings were now too large to carry in regular chips. The casino staff exchanged them for high-value chips, including a platinum one adorned with intricate jewels worth ten million dollars alone.

I considered cashing out immediately, but Daniel stopped me.

“I’ve booked a VIP room. Let’s have a chat.”

I hesitated, wary of what this could mean.

A staff member leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Daniel owns multiple casinos. He’s a trustworthy man and a great admirer of Japan.”

Feeling slightly reassured yet still cautious, I decided to accept his mysterious invitation.