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The final Fortune Spin received x25 worth of lighting and no reason to use it.
An x10 glowed above the left side of the palace.
Another x10 burned beside it.
An x5 completed the row.
Twenty-five times the stake hung over the reels in bright gold, reflected in the polished clouds, the purple walls and every scale on the dragon’s face.
Below it stood one golden bowl.
Two ancient coins.
A red packet.
A blue scroll.
An endless knot that had tied itself into the exact shape of nobody winning.
The dragon leaned over the multiplier display with both claws spread.
Green scales.
Orange mane.
Red horns.
Eyes wide enough to suggest he had either discovered mathematics or eaten the palace electrician.
He looked down at the reels.
The reels answered with five separate interior-design ideas and no matching path from the left.
Nothing flashed.
No line formed.
The x25 remained above an empty dance floor.
Fortune Dragon opened his mouth and shouted at the symbols.
The golden bowl did not become a coin.
The scroll did not become a packet.
The knot remained committed to being decorative string.
The last Fortune Spin ended beneath the brightest arithmetic of the night.
That was when I stopped pretending the dragon understood electricity.
I had been watching the multiplier sphere beneath the reels since the first spin.
It looked ceremonial from my side of the screen.
Gold handle.
Jade wiring.
Cloud lights.
A silver mirrored surface turning slowly under the palace.
Then the dragon appeared beside it and immediately treated the entire mechanism as something he had personally invented.
The treasury stood inside a purple sky palace where ancient symbols had been given nightclub lighting.
Pink clouds curled around the roof.
Gold coins floated through the air.
Red packets drifted past the pillars.
The silver sphere rotated beneath three reels while Fortune Dragon watched it with the focused hunger of a reptile that had mistaken reflected light for prey.
He wore no crown.
He needed none.
The horns, mane and enormous teeth already made every room feel temporarily borrowed.
I played at €1.00.
The reels opened with palace objects moving through five narrow routes.
Old coins with square holes rolled across the lower line.
Lanterns arrived round and red, carrying enough tassels to become tangled before reaching the next reel.
Golden bowls appeared full of smaller coins.
Red packets stood upright.
Blue scrolls travelled through the treasury sealed and unread.
Purple endless knots occupied the remaining spaces, twisted into shapes normally used to represent eternity and here mostly representing a line that had stopped one reel too early.
The dragon Wild appeared among them, grinning from inside the symbols.
He could become whatever the palace required.
Between coins, he became money.
Between lanterns, he became festival lighting with teeth.
A pair of red packets reached him and briefly converted an ancient dragon into correspondence.
The line paid.
He returned to dragon form and stared at the paper as though the palace had lowered his rank.
The multiplier sphere kept turning beneath everything.
Sometimes it returned blank.
The silver surface rotated.
Clouds moved.
Nothing appeared.
On other spins, an x2 or x5 emerged inside the light.
The dragon’s claws tightened around the frame.
Then the reels above produced three objects with no family connection.
A lantern.
A knot.
A bowl.
The x5 glowed beneath them with all the urgency of a fire alarm installed in an empty building.
The multiplier sphere developed a talent for arriving at the wrong celebration.
An x10 appeared while the reels held coins on the left, scrolls in the centre and red packets on the right.
The dragon slapped the side of the display.
The symbols remained separate.
A later x5 arrived beneath two lanterns and one Wild dragon.
This time the route connected.
The lanterns lit.
The Wild opened his jaws between them.
Five times the win swept across the treasury.
Gold moved through the palace.
The dragon roared.
He had contributed by standing in the line and shouting at the lighting equipment afterward.
The palace treated this as leadership.
That one multiplied procession slowed the loss without changing its direction.
The base game became one broad argument between symbols and illumination.
When the bowls connected, the multiplier sphere stayed blank.
When x10 appeared, the reels organised an exhibition of unrelated antiques.
Lanterns gathered under darkness.
Coins formed paths while the silver ball displayed nothing.
Fortune Dragon paced around the mechanism, increasingly convinced that brighter light would solve the problem.
He tapped the x2 with one claw.
Breathed on the x5.
Tried to bite the x10.
The jade cable snapped away from his teeth.
He stared after it as though the treasury itself had delayed prosperity.
Then his entire body flashed.
The reels were still moving when Fortune Dragon launched himself beneath them.
He wrapped around the multiplier sphere.
His tail struck the cloud controls.
The purple walls opened.
The silver ball rose from below the reels and expanded into a full golden lighting rail above them.
The dragon climbed with it, clinging to the frame while sparks moved through his whiskers.
A glowing orb appeared in the centre.
Eight Fortune Spins.
The ordinary palace dimmed.
The cloud treasury became a nightclub operated by one dragon and several pieces of equipment that had lost control of the evening.
Every Fortune Spin arrived with two or three multipliers blazing across the expanded display.
The dragon moved along them like a lizard inspecting stage lights.
An x2 would appear.
Another x2 beside it.
Sometimes x5 joined them.
The values gathered above the reels, ready to strike any win below.
The first useful crowd formed beneath a modest x4.
Coins connected through the centre.
Their square holes lit with purple fire.
The combined multiplier descended.
The win grew.
The dragon swung beneath the rail and kicked both back legs through the clouds as though he had personally taught the coins to match.
Another connection came under x7.
A Wild dragon completed a path of red packets while x5 and x2 glowed above him.
The packets opened.
Gold notes flew upward.
The multiplied win pushed the feature into something that looked temporarily alive.
The dragon spread his arms across the middle reel.
Two versions of his own face appeared at once: one inside the Wild, one hanging above the lights.
The treasury now contained enough dragon to invalidate the building’s insurance, had the palace believed in paper.
The Fortune Spins moved as one long illuminated feast.
Lanterns gathered.
Coins rolled.
Bowls and packets crossed through Wild assistance.
Above them, multipliers flashed in pairs and trios, sometimes finding a proper procession and sometimes illuminating the furniture.
The dragon treated both outcomes identically.
Every x2 received a roar.
Every x10 received both paws in the air.
A dead spin beneath x5 still earned a full-body dance across the lighting rail.
He had not confused winning with losing.
He had simply decided that electricity was the event.
The largest display before the end arrived as x17.
An x5, an x10 and an x2 burned together above the palace.
The dragon froze.
His mane lifted in the light.
The clouds turned gold.
Below, the first reel held a lantern, a knot and a coin.
The middle carried a bowl, a scroll and another knot.
The right reel offered a red packet, a lantern and the dragon Wild in a position where nobody could reach him.
Nine symbols.
Enough objects to open a market.
No winning path.
The x17 stayed suspended over the arrangement.
The dragon pointed at the Wild version of himself.
Then at the lantern on the first reel.
Then at the packet on the right.
He appeared to be proposing a new payline through personal authority.
The palace declined.
The x17 vanished.
The dragon bit the rail.
One of the clouds flickered.
From my side of the screen, I stopped trying to impose left-to-right succession on him.
Some creatures breathe fire.
This one breathed objections.
The feature still found smaller work after that.
A coin procession met a modest multiplier pair.
Lanterns connected beneath another.
A Wild-assisted line of golden bowls carried enough multiplied weight to bring the Fortune Spins to 39x overall.
At €1.00, the feature returned €39.00.
It was not nothing.
It was also not enough to rescue what the palace had already taken.
The dragon did not know this.
He moved across the rails surrounded by gold, convinced that every multiplier displayed belonged to him whether it had touched a win or not.
Then the final Fortune Spin began.
Three values arrived.
Two x10s and one x5.
The lighting rail blazed at x25.
The treasury below arranged one of everything.
One bowl.
Coins that refused to share a route.
A packet.
A scroll.
A knot sitting in the centre like ornamental rope brought in to prevent further progress.
The dragon shouted.
Nothing connected.
The x25 dissolved.
Eight Fortune Spins ended at 39x.
The expanded rail lowered.
The multiplier sphere returned beneath the reels.
The ordinary palace lights came back.
I was clearly behind.
Fortune Dragon climbed down from the display and stood beside the sphere.
He looked at the mirrored surface.
Then at the cable.
Then at the reels.
I gave the palace one final base spin.
Two coins landed apart.
A lantern occupied the centre.
The multiplier sphere revealed x10.
The dragon watched the dead arrangement beneath the bright number.
His mouth opened slowly.
Before his teeth reached the jade wiring, the sphere went dark on its own.
The dragon stared at it.
Then he lifted the entire mirrored globe from its cradle.
It was almost as wide as his chest, covered in cloud symbols and the last reflections of the treasury.
He tucked it beneath one arm.
The cable dragged behind him like a ceremonial tail.
Fortune Dragon walked through the purple gate carrying the palace lighting system.
Gold coins followed through the air.
Red packets followed.
The clouds followed.
Even the reflection of the final x25 moved across the floor behind him.
I closed the game as the treasury dimmed.
The palace had promised that wealth followed when the dragon arrived.
It did.
Unfortunately, it followed him out.
Every click on King of Samba rewrites my will.