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Croesus was already being strangled by the palace before I had spent a cent.
Black thorn-like roots curled around his waist, arms and robes.
He still had the crown.
Still had the gold.
Still had the red cape.
Still looked extremely royal.
But the vegetation had clearly won the argument.
In front of him sat a 7×7 floor covered in gemstones, swords, helmets and rings.
That arrangement made the curse much stranger.
The famously wealthy king was tied up by supernatural roots while all his valuables were lying loose on the floor.
I put the stake at €0.60.
Croesus clenched both fists.
The roots tightened around him.
A group of green jewels disappeared first.
Five connected.
Gone.
Fresh symbols dropped into the empty spaces.
The square where one of the gems had vanished changed.
Just slightly.
Marked.
The palace floor had remembered the murder.
Nothing dramatic followed.
A red cluster cleared elsewhere.
New jewels fell.
Another small win.
Then a blue group joined horizontally and disappeared.
The 7×7 grid kept rebuilding itself over the same stone floor while Croesus remained trapped at the side like the curse had decided his main responsibility was witnessing depreciation.
A ring cluster formed low on the grid.
Cleared.
Symbols fell.
Another ring joined the same area.
Second clear through one of the same cells.
That tile lit with x2.
There.
The floor was learning.
Croesus had gemstones.
The floor had memory.
I immediately trusted the floor more.
Another cascade hit nearby.
Not the exact same cell.
No increase.
The multiplier tile sat there like a small cursed bruise in the stone, waiting for somebody to die on it again.
Next spin wiped everything back to normal.
The multiplier vanished.
That was the base-game cruelty.
Every spin could teach the palace floor something terrible.
Then the spin ended and the floor forgot.
Croesus remained cursed.
The tiles received therapy.
A few spins later, a group of pink gems connected around the centre.
Clear.
Drop.
Red jewels landed into part of the same space.
Clear again.
One cell became x2.
Another cascade followed.
Blue gems.
Same region.
One of those marked cells got hit again.
x4.
Now the curse had a favourite square.
The king on the right still had supernatural branches wrapped around his ribs.
I had stopped checking him.
The x4 tile had become the more important victim.
A Wild appeared after another cluster clear.
Golden.
Round.
Dropped directly into one of the vacated cells.
It was less like treasure arriving and more like the floor coughing up a coin after swallowing enough jewellery.
The Wild helped connect another cluster.
Those symbols vanished.
More dropped.
Small cascade.
Useful.
Then the spin finished.
Everything reset again.
The cursed floor forgot the x4.
I did not.
That pattern continued through the base.
Tiny histories.
A square reaches x2.
Gone next spin.
Another square gets hit three times.
x4.
Gone.
Once, two different multiplier cells sat under the same winning cluster.
Their values combined into the payout.
That was when the entire 7×7 started looking less like a palace floor and more like a curse trying to decide which stones deserved promotion.
The balance slid from €28.20 toward the mid-twenties.
Nothing savage.
Gem clusters kept cushioning it.
Helmets paid once.
Swords formed a vertical group.
Rings did better.
Croesus remained wrapped in roots beside enough loose precious stones to solve most of his problems if he could move either arm.
Then the Treasure symbols started appearing.
One.
Gone.
Two on another spin.
Nothing.
A later cascade dropped a third shape into view, but not three together in the same completed spin.
Close.
No feature.
The king remained cursed.
The floor remained forgetful.
At €23.40, three Treasure symbols finally survived together.
Free Games.
Ten.
That was when the palace floor stopped forgetting.
First Free Game.
Five red gems connected near the bottom.
Clear.
A Wild appeared in one of the empty cells.
Fresh symbols dropped.
Blue cluster.
Another clear.
One of the same floor positions took its second hit.
x2.
The spin ended.
The x2 stayed.
That changed the entire mood.
For the first time, the curse had memory longer than one spin.
Free Game two began with yesterday’s damage still visible.
A pink cluster crossed the existing x2.
Paid.
Cleared.
More symbols fell onto the same region.
The x2 cell got hit again.
x4.
Another nearby tile became x2.
Croesus was still physically wrapped in black branches.
The floor had now developed two separate supernatural conditions.
Free Game three produced almost nothing.
No proper cluster.
The existing multiplier cells remained.
That blank spin did not feel blank.
The x4 still glowed.
The x2 still sat beside it.
Nothing had been cured.
Free Game four started with helmets connecting down the left side.
Five.
Clear.
A generated Wild landed where one helmet had been.
Fresh gems dropped.
A red cluster formed through the Wild.
That clear touched one old multiplier cell and created another.
The centre of the grid began to look infected.
Not random.
Infected.
A few purple-black multiplier marks embedded under bright gems.
A Wild coin sitting among them.
Croesus strangled by roots outside.
The curse had finally established departments.
One attacked the king.
One attacked the floor.
Free Game five made the floor significantly worse.
Pink gems connected across the middle.
Cleared.
New symbols fell.
Blue gems formed immediately in almost the same shape.
Cleared.
One central cell advanced again.
x8.
Another moved to x4.
A fresh one became x2.
The winning cluster had crossed more than one of them.
Their multiplier values combined.
That payment was no longer about the jewels.
The jewels were merely falling onto dangerous ground.
Croesus had spent his entire visual existence covered in gold, but the richest object on screen was becoming one square of masonry.
Free Game six dropped two Treasure symbols.
Two.
Inside Free Games, that was enough.
Three more spins added.
Good.
The curse had extended visiting hours.
The same spin produced only a small win, but the important thing was the palace refusing to close.
Thirteen Free Games now.
Croesus remained exactly where he was.
I imagined the roots tightening out of principle.
Free Game seven became the proper mess.
Red gems filled the lower-middle area.
Cluster.
Clear.
A Wild generated.
Fresh drop.
Green gems connected through the Wild.
Clear.
Another Wild appeared elsewhere.
Fresh drop.
Helmets linked horizontally.
Clear.
The central multiplier patch took repeated hits.
One cell went from x8 to x16.
Another climbed from x4 to x8.
A third sat at x4.
Then a new pink cluster crossed several of them at once.
The multiplier grids added.
The floor effectively screamed.
The payout reached 30x from that sequence.
€18.00.
Croesus stood beside it with a crown worth less emotionally than one angry floor tile.
That was the moment Croesus Curse made perfect sense.
The curse was not that the king had lost his gold.
The curse was that the stone floor had discovered compound interest before he had.
Except even that sounded too civilized for what was happening.
These tiles were not investing.
They were feeding.
Every time another gem cluster died on the same square, the multiplier doubled its appetite.
x2.
x4.
x8.
x16.
The floor did not want treasure.
It wanted repeat casualties.
Free Game eight produced nothing.
The multiplier infection stayed.
That made the empty spin oddly tense.
The x16 was still there.
The x8.
The x4.
Three active pieces of cursed stone waiting for fresh jewellery to land on them.
Free Game nine dropped swords into the lower centre.
Five connected.
Clear.
One multiplier cell advanced.
Fresh symbols fell.
Rings connected.
Clear again.
The existing Wild helped.
Another moderate payment.
The palace was now doing almost all the work beneath the symbols.
Free Game ten brought a strong red-gem cluster.
It crossed x16 and x8 territory.
The combined multiplier pushed the hit to 25x.
€15.00.
No new record.
Still enormous compared with the stake.
The regular ten Free Games were finished.
The two Treasure symbols from earlier had already bought three more.
The curse remained active.
Extra Free Game one produced several blue gems over the infected region.
Clear.
Drop.
Another small cluster.
7.2x.
Extra Free Game two:
helmets.
Wild.
Pink gems.
A shorter cascade.
4.8x.
By then the floor looked exhausted.
The multipliers were still there, but fresh symbols were landing around them instead of directly feeding them.
Extra Free Game three arrived without ceremony.
Five green gems connected near the upper-right side.
Not the cursed centre.
They cleared.
A tiny continuation followed.
1.8x.
Done.
No final x128.
No sudden thirty-spin retrigger.
No last-second palace collapse.
The curse had already peaked earlier, when one central patch of floor became greedier than the king standing beside it.
The thirteen Free Games paid 82.8x.
€49.68.
Balance:
€73.08.
Then the base returned.
Every Multiplier Grid disappeared.
Clean stone.
No x16.
No x8.
No x4.
Nothing.
That reset looked almost obscene.
The palace floor had spent thirteen Free Games remembering every place where treasure had died.
Then it became innocent in one frame.
Croesus did not receive the same courtesy.
The black roots were still around him.
Same crown.
Same red cape.
Same fists.
Same expression.
I played five more €0.60 spins.
First:
small blue cluster.
Clear.
A multiplier tile began again.
x2.
Spin ended.
Gone.
Second:
nothing.
Third:
ring cluster.
€1.20.
Fourth:
two separate clusters cleared.
A Wild appeared.
One tile reached x2.
Gone at the end.
Fifth:
red gems landed around the centre where the big multiplier patch had lived during Free Games.
Five connected.
Cleared.
Fresh symbols fell.
Nothing followed.
Final balance:
€71.28.
The multiplier floor reset to blank.
The gemstones returned.
The Wild disappeared.
Croesus remained bound by the same black curse.
Thirteen Free Games had taught half the palace floor how to remember pain.
The king was apparently the only thing not allowed to forget it.
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