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Cerberus had three heads and every one of them watched a 10x soul burn beside seven hearts.
Seven.
The green spirit floated at the edge of the reels with blue-green fire snapping around it, fully prepared to multiply something, while the eighth heart apparently remained somewhere upriver on the Styx.
Nothing matched.
Nothing tumbled.
The soul vanished having crossed the underworld for absolutely no reason.
Cerberus stayed on the reels with six eyes and no solution.
Hades stood to the left inside his permanent orange fire, arms folded across his chest, horns up, grin fixed, looking entirely comfortable with the fact that his three-headed dog had just supervised a supernatural waste of time.
I kept the base stake at €1 and left Bonus Boost switched on, so every paid spin cost €2.
The cart sat in the corner with several much more violent ways to enter the cave. I left it shut. Hades already owned the dead. He did not need immediate access to the rest of my balance.
I had started at €120.
The first paid spins did very little to deserve the scenery.
The six reels dropped hearts, helmets, goblets, jewels and Cerberus faces into a purple cavern built for eternal torment, then regularly arranged them with the urgency of pebbles at the bottom of a crypt.
Eight matching symbols anywhere could start the tumble.
Seven hearts appeared.
Seven.
Again.
A crowd of goblets did finally reach the required number. They disappeared. New symbols fell into the gaps. Helmets joined next. Those vanished too.
Then the cave dropped six hearts and one Cerberus face into the new space.
Three heads had entered where two hearts would have done more good.
The tumble ended.
A later spin brought a blue 4x Soul Multiplier.
That one found €0.70 underneath it.
The winning symbols vanished, replacements fell, and nothing else connected. The little blue ghost waited until the falling stopped, applied its 4x and turned the tumble into €2.80.
Useful.
Tiny.
Hades did not unfold his arms.
Another blue soul arrived at 3x with only €0.40 alive beneath it.
€1.20.
The underworld had begun sending me spirits with the financial power of candle smoke.
I kept Bonus Boost on.
The extra cost at least made the Bonus skulls feel less theoretical, and every time one of those yellow skull coins flashed past, the whole cave briefly had a point.
Twenty-two paid spins cost €44.
Small tumbles had pushed €17.40 back the other way.
The balance sat at €93.40 when four Bonus symbols landed on the same spin.
Four flaming yellow skulls.
Not three.
Four.
The cave finally stopped rationing damnation.
Super Bonus opened with ten free spins.
The first spin brought a green Soul Multiplier at 10x.
This time there were eight goblets.
They disappeared for €0.30.
Fresh symbols fell.
Eight helmets met underneath them for another €0.40.
Gone.
The next drop failed.
€0.70 sat over the reels.
The 10x soul had survived the entire tumble waiting for exactly this.
It hit.
€7.
Not enough to make Hades blink.
Enough to keep the ghost from looking decorative.
The second free spin died without a match.
On the third, a Bonus skull landed and climbed above the reels.
One collected.
The same spin produced €1.20 from a small tumble with no Soul Multiplier attached.
That had already started to feel wrong.
Money had landed.
Symbols had disappeared.
New ones had fallen.
Yet without a burning ghost waiting beside the reels, the whole event looked unfinished.
The fourth spin supplied one.
15x.
A little €0.40 tumble formed under it and stopped immediately.
The green soul took the forty cents and returned €6.
Hades still did not move.
His cave had now paid me with two souls and the man looked as though this happened every time somebody knocked.
A second Bonus skull arrived on the next free spin.
Up it went.
Two collected.
Now I wanted the third more than I wanted any ordinary symbol.
Hearts could gather.
Goblets could tumble.
Cerberus could bring all three faces.
The yellow skull was the only thing capable of changing what kind of dead people the game was allowed to send me.
The sixth spin produced no skull, but it did manage a plain €2.10 tumble.
Goblets went first.
Then helmets.
Then a group of purple stones.
€2.10 without a Soul Multiplier.
Two euros and ten cents had become the loneliest money in hell.
Then the third Bonus skull landed.
It appeared while a purple 25x Soul Multiplier was already burning beside the reels.
The field underneath it produced €0.32.
Small enough to fit between Cerberus’ teeth.
The tumble stopped.
25x applied.
€8.
Then the skull climbed into the collection.
Three.
The progression rose.
One extra free spin appeared.
The souls changed.
From then on, anything that arrived had to come from the next circle down.
Purple.
25x.
50x.
The green 10x and 15x spirits had lasted about half a bonus before becoming the sort of ghosts I would now have sent back across the Styx.
That was Hades Domain’s real trick.
It did not need to make me greedy for money.
It made me greedy for better dead people.
The next free spin made that worse immediately.
Two Soul Multipliers landed.
One purple circle showed 25x.
The other showed 50x.
Both stayed alive while the reels found only €0.24 in tumble wins.
Twenty-four cents.
Two supernatural entities had arrived carrying enough combined fire to light the entire cave, and the symbols underneath them had produced less than the price of a bad grape.
Then both multipliers were added together.
75x.
€0.24 became €18.
That was better.
Not because the tumble had done anything impressive.
Because two souls had stood beside it and bullied twenty-four cents until it behaved like money.
Cerberus appeared on the next spin.
No Soul Multiplier.
No proper match.
All three heads stared at a field containing seven goblets.
Again.
I had started to suspect the dog was not guarding the gates of the underworld.
He was eating the eighth symbol.
A fourth Bonus skull landed on the following spin.
It climbed.
No level change yet.
The tumble beneath it managed €1.40 on its own.
Fine.
The fifth skull refused to appear.
One free spin passed with nothing.
Another nearly built a heart match and stopped at seven.
Hades still burned at the side, arms folded, face glowing orange.
The cave walls remained purple.
Cerberus kept returning in circles.
The whole underworld had apparently been arranged around my inability to acquire one more yellow skull.
Then the fifth came.
Not alone.
The same spin dropped a second Bonus symbol on another reel.
Five.
Six.
Both climbed.
The ladder rose again.
Two extra free spins appeared.
The guaranteed Soul Multiplier tier went deeper.
Orange fire was now possible.
100x.
150x.
The purple 25x soul still on that spin had arrived just before the gate changed, carrying €0.20 of tumble value.
It applied itself.
€5.
Five euros from the ghost that had been exciting thirty seconds earlier.
I barely looked at it.
The orange circle existed now.
Hades had shown me another depth of his cave and ruined the upper floors.
The first new free spin began.
No Soul Multiplier appeared immediately.
Hearts connected for €0.06.
They vanished.
New symbols fell.
A few goblets joined for another €0.05.
€0.11.
The symbols stopped.
Then orange fire remained at the edge of the reels.
100x.
Eleven cents had accidentally summoned something enormous.
The soul hit.
€11.
A hundred times the tumble and it still produced less than the earlier pair of purple ghosts.
That should have restored perspective.
It did not.
I was already looking for 150x.
One spin remained after that.
No more Bonus skulls had collected, so the red 250x tier stayed deeper in the cave.
Fine.
The orange tier still had another face to show.
The final spin dropped almost nothing useful at first.
Cerberus.
A heart.
A goblet.
More stones.
Then eight helmets connected.
€0.03.
They vanished.
The next fall made eight hearts.
Another €0.02.
Five cents sat above the reels.
That was it.
Five cents.
Then the orange soul arrived.
150x.
Hades had finally sent the larger one.
It burned beside a tumble that could have disappeared between two cracks in the cave floor.
€0.05.
150x.
€7.50.
The bonus ended.
No red 250x demon face.
No Tier 5.
No final skull climb.
Just a collection of ghosts that had spent thirteen free spins teaching me that 10x was small, 25x was ordinary, 50x was acceptable, 100x could somehow be disappointing and 150x was capable of arriving for five cents.
The Super Bonus paid €76.20 altogether.
My balance moved from €93.40 to €169.60.
I had started with €120.
Hades remained exactly where he had been, folded arms inside the flames, apparently prepared to continue this until every soul in mythology had been assigned a multiplier.
Cerberus still had three heads.
I still did not trust any of them around an eighth matching symbol.
The cart button remained in the corner.
The deeper entries were still available.
So was the route back toward that red 250x soul I had never reached.
I left both alone.
€49.60 profit was already across the river with me.
Hades could keep the red ghost.
If I stayed any longer, I was going to start treating 150x as the disappointing one too.
Even with autoplay on, Christmas Rush Express made every spin personal.