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I Got Dragged Through the Sky by a Multiplying Princess and I’d Do It Again
I didn’t even see the clouds until they closed around my screen. One second I was spinning. The next, I was airborne. Symbols spinning below me like rooftops from a falling dream, the wind screaming numbers into my balance, and somewhere far above, a crown shimmered with malice.
Cloud Princess doesn’t ask. It grabs.
First spin, and I felt the pressure in my lungs. Nothing landed, but something changed. The reels didn’t stop — they dropped, collapsing into themselves and spitting out replacements like they were desperate to please her. A few jewels snapped into place. They pulsed. Vanished. Another fall. Another win. And then the bar appeared.
That win bar? It wasn’t a counter. It was a gauge, ticking up like a storm meter. And behind it, I saw movement. A golden arc. A shimmer that wasn’t there before. The first multiplier.
It started normal. A little glow. A flicker of power. Harmless. Then came the next. Super. It didn’t nudge the bar — it punched it. The cascade didn’t stop. My hands weren’t even on the mouse. I was just watching, letting her run the show. Then she smiled.
Epic Multiplier.
It didn’t spin. It doubled. Every win snapped like a whip across the screen, and the meter buckled under the weight. I didn’t know what was happening, only that I was in too deep to quit.
The scatter didn’t arrive. It descended — a silk-white swirl of lightning and wind. Three of them. And then the clouds split.
Ten free spins. She called it Cloud Surge, but it felt like falling upward. Each spin was a storm. Symbols crashed. Multipliers screamed. The balance meter shook. And then — a second surge. More free spins. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. She kept giving.
Somewhere in the middle of spin six, I saw it: the Divine Boost.
The name is a lie. There’s nothing divine about it. It’s a possession. It landed once. Then again. Then again. And every time it did, the multiplier built itself higher — not added, not stacked — reborn with every win, more brutal than the last. I was halfway through the sky by then, no idea how many spins were left. Just wind, numbers, jewels, light.
I don’t know when the chase started. I don’t know when I decided this slot owed me something. Maybe it was the time the Epic Multiplier hit for the third time in one spin and I swore I heard her laugh. Maybe it was when the bar passed a number I didn’t recognize. Maybe it was when I bought my way back in.
Yeah. I bought back in. I don’t remember clicking anything, but the clouds cracked open again and there I was — back at the top of the reels, hands trembling, waiting for the symbols to collapse just right.
They didn’t.
The second bonus hit harder. Not bigger. Just crueler. The wins came fast. Then stopped. Then came again. The multiplier hovered like a blade above my head, refusing to drop until the last moment — and when it did, I could feel it in my teeth.
I lost track of the spins. Lost track of the total. Lost track of whether I was chasing the 10,000x or running from it. I stopped counting. I stopped hoping. I started listening. Because she was still there — the Cloud Princess — and she was still smiling.
The game ended. But the clouds didn’t go away. They just pulled back enough for me to see the ground again.
And now I can’t stop thinking about going back.
I blinked during the bonus. Lunar Link: The Legend of King Arthur noticed.