Makoto did not intend to touch this world’s gray areas too early.
He was not strong enough.
He would only step into that world once he had at least the fighting power of a Grade 1 sorcerer.
If he wanted to earn money quickly, he had his own method.
“Epitaph.” Without the crucial Time Erasure, Epitaph could offer Makoto almost no help in battle.
But when it came to making money, Epitaph’s ability could play a decisive role.
Makoto soon parted ways with Toji Fushiguro.
The latter had just obtained a large sum of money from Naobito and decided to gamble to his heart’s content.
It looked like he definitely would not be going home tonight.
Speaking of home…
“Do we even count as having one?” Makoto was not from here to begin with, and Toji Fushiguro’s current wife had never treated him as one of her own.
As for Toji Fushiguro, he had completely abandoned that household.
In his eyes, his current wife was no different from the women he changed every few days.
Just like Toji often said.
They were people abandoned by the world.
Makoto withdrew his gaze and walked along the street.
After about half an hour, he finally arrived at a large underground casino.
Before he even stepped through the entrance, the unpleasant smell of tobacco rushed up his nose and into his head, making him frown.
“Hey, brat.
This isn’t somewhere you can-” The two doormen never got to say enter.
Makoto’s eyes frightened them into swallowing their words.
Makoto walked in without obstruction.
He exchanged his last 10,000 yen for chips and began wandering among the tables.
He did not rush to sit down.
Instead, he activated Epitaph to test it.
A few dozen seconds later, the dealer’s voice rang out.
“Banker, seven.
Player, four.
Banker wins.” As the dealer announced the banker’s victory, the gamblers at the table who had lost money sighed one after another.
Some were so furious that they wanted to cause trouble.
But the gambler who had lost his head was quickly subdued by casino security and dragged into the back alley.
He never came back.
“Same result as Epitaph predicted.” Makoto tested it several times in a row.
There were no mistakes.
So he sat down directly.
When the next round began, after all the gamblers had placed their bets, he flicked his only 10,000-yen chip onto player with his thumb.
“Brat, didn’t you see?
This table has opened banker eight times in a row, and you’re still betting player?
Have you got a death wish?” A man dressed like a respectable gentleman beside him kindly warned him, while his own arm quickly pushed chips onto banker.
Gambling could be strangely wicked sometimes.
A table opening banker or player more than ten or twenty times in a row was entirely possible.
Makoto ignored him and quietly waited for the dealer to deal.
Epitaph’s view of the future was limited to a few dozen seconds.
That meant Makoto could not play large-scale gambling games like horse racing or boat racing.
But those few dozen seconds were perfect for baccarat, blackjack, and cho-han.
“Banker, four.
Player, seven.
Player wins.” Sure enough, when the dealer turned over the cards a moment later, player won exactly as predicted.
Makoto’s 10,000-yen chip became 20,000.
As for the man beside him wearing a gold watch, he clicked his tongue.
“How was it player?
I thought we’d hit some cursed run of cards.
Kid, you’ve got decent luck.” Makoto still ignored him and silently activated Epitaph again.
Banker: seven plus one.
Player: jack plus nine.
Player won again.
Makoto pinched the 20,000-yen chips between his fingers and decisively threw them onto player.
The result was that after the dealer opened the cards, his chips went from 20,000 to 40,000 in one breath.
“See?
It was player.
Kid, you were right to follow me.
Big brother’s luck is good today.
Watch closely.
This round is still player.” The gold-watch man had also bet player.
After winning, he could not help bragging to the hostess beside him and to Makoto, telling them to keep following him.
Makoto followed and pushed all 40,000 in.
That courage made the gold-watch man admire him a little, because ever since Makoto sat down, every round had been all-in.
He started to appreciate this young man.
“You’ve got guts, kid.
Follow me, and I’ll make sure you win big today.” Makoto could not be bothered with him and quietly waited for the dealer to deal.
“Banker, eight.
Player, nine.
Player wins!” “See?
I told you, follow me today and you’ll win money.” The gold-watch man celebrated wildly, drawing the attention of nearby gamblers.
When the next round began, many people followed his bet.
Makoto was one of them.
The result Epitaph predicted happened to match the other man’s bet.
And for the next eight rounds in a row, the gold-watch man did not miss once.
Makoto’s chips went from 40,000 to 80,000, then from 80,000 to 160,000, then 320,000, 640,000, 1.28 million, 2.56 million, 5.12 million, 10.24 million…
In less than half an hour, Makoto went from penniless to a multimillionaire.
Such a large disturbance naturally caught the casino’s attention.
They quickly swapped in a new dealer to check whether the gold-watch man was cheating.
And just then, Epitaph’s prediction happened to go against the gold-watch man’s prediction.
Dozens of seconds later, when the dealer opened the cards, the gamblers behind the gold-watch man wailed.
Consecutive victories had blinded them.
Every bet had been heavy.
In just one round, most of the money they had won earlier flowed back into the casino’s pockets.
The casino now confirmed that the man was only lucky, not cheating.
But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang beside the dealer’s ear.
“You should pay me my chips.” “Someone bet the opposite, on player?” The dealer froze, then moved to pass the chips to Makoto.
Then he saw Makoto’s 10.24-million-yen bet.
“Could this kid be the cheater?!” Even the gold-watch man was dumbfounded.
He had shouted with such passion, but in the end, he only had a few hundred thousand in chips.
Makoto, who had not said a word, had taken more than 20 million from the table in the blink of an eye.
The casino immediately focused its attention on Makoto and began replaying the surveillance footage again and again.
“He didn’t move.
Not at all.
Aside from placing bets, he didn’t do anything.” The casino staff looked at one another.
They knew their casino had met an expert today.