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Cleopatra had finally given me twelve Free Spins.
Then she asked whether I wanted to lose all twelve before playing any of them.
A wheel appeared.
Multiplier increment +1.
Gamble for +2.
Failure meant the entire feature ended.
No consolation.
No ceremonial ten spins.
No small bag of jewels on the way out.
Just Cleopatra watching me uncover her secret treasure and immediately proposing that I risk the treasure against a coloured section of a wheel.
I pressed Gamble.
The pointer spun.
Green.
+2.
Excellent.
Cleopatra had not killed the feature.
She merely offered to do it again.
Gamble for +3.
I pressed it.
This was already unreasonable.
The pointer went around.
Green.
+3.
Now the next option wanted me to risk everything again for +4.
I looked at it.
Cleopatra looked at me from the artwork with the expression of a woman whose tomb had survived several thousand years largely because people like me eventually became overconfident.
I chose Start.
There are moments in life when wisdom arrives.
Mine arrived two successful gambles late.
About twenty minutes earlier, I had put €1.00 on a much smaller Egypt.
Three reels.
Four rows.
Cleopatra on one of the premium symbols.
Ankhs.
Eyes.
A winged purple object.
Letters carved into blocks.
Wilds made of gold.
A very respectable little tomb.
Then five matching symbols connected from the left.
The rightmost reel helped.
The tomb grew another room.
A fourth reel appeared.
The multiplier moved upward.
New symbols settled.
The new right edge improved things again.
Another chamber.
Five reels now.
The multiplier climbed again.
One more useful extension pushed the whole thing to six reels before the corridor finally stopped producing relatives.
€18.40.
I had started the spin inside a modest three-room archaeological site.
It ended with Cleopatra approving an extension wing.
Secrets of Cleopatra was apparently based on a very specific interpretation of Infinity.
Not endless space.
Endless planning permission.
Every time the far end of the tomb contained something useful, workers arrived overnight and built another section to the right.
There was no visible crew.
No scaffolding.
No bricks being carried.
Just:
treasure improved.
New room.
Multiplier higher.
Continue.
The first time it happened, I found it exciting.
By the fourth time, I was mentally wondering whether any of this had been included in the original pyramid drawings.
Some spins remained tiny.
Three reels.
Nothing.
Finished.
The ancient Egyptian equivalent of opening the first three doors and finding stationery.
Others made one extra reel.
A set of ankhs got far enough to add the fourth chamber, raised the multiplier and eventually brought €5.20.
Another collection of Eyes stretched the tomb to five reels and made €9.60.
A Wild appeared in the middle and helped one run get farther.
Each extension felt less like a slot mechanic and more like Cleopatra refusing to admit the building was finished.
The pyramid had been standing for centuries.
Apparently nobody had signed completion.
Then came the base-game run that made me believe the architecture.
A strong group formed across the original reels.
The right edge improved it.
Fourth reel.
Still useful.
Fifth reel.
Still useful.
Sixth.
Then seventh.
The multiplier climbed with the expansion while more Egyptian objects appeared farther and farther to the right.
By the end, the screen looked less like a tomb and more like somebody had attached a shopping centre to a burial chamber.
€31.20.
Cleopatra’s portrait had appeared during the run.
Several ankhs.
A Wild.
Eyes.
The whole corridor had kept extending because each new room contained just enough useful treasure to justify knocking through another wall.
I began to understand the secret behind Cleopatra’s treasure.
The secret was that there was always another room.
You opened a chamber.
Treasure.
Excellent.
What’s behind that wall?
Another chamber.
More treasure.
Behind that?
Another chamber.
Eventually you reached a room containing two Js and construction stopped.
Egypt had limits after all.
The Scatters started appearing around then.
One.
Later two.
Three were enough for ten Free Spins.
Four would give twelve.
Five would give fourteen.
Naturally, I got two repeatedly.
Two glowing Scatters inside a tomb built on the principle of infinite expansion.
No third.
The pyramid could manufacture reel six on demand.
Producing one additional Scatter remained beyond the engineering department.
The balance softened.
A few €1.00 spins expanded once and died.
Some did not expand at all.
One particularly hopeful run built a fourth reel and filled it with symbols that improved absolutely nothing.
It was architectural optimism without occupants.
Another reached five reels for €6.80.
Then dead spins.
The €31.20 corridor started disappearing.
Cleopatra remained seated in the artwork with a magnifying glass, supposedly helping me discover the secret behind her treasure.
I no longer needed the magnifying glass.
I needed the building plans.
Why did the tomb start at three reels?
Where were the additional reels stored?
Was the seventh reel historically listed?
Did the pharaoh know?
Was there an ancient Egyptian planning committee approving these additions in real time?
Then four Scatters arrived.
Not three.
Four.
Twelve Free Spins.
And that brought me to the wheel.
Two successful gambles.
+3 multiplier increment.
Start.
The first Free Spin returned me to the original three-reel tomb.
Multiplier x1.
A small group connected.
No extra chamber followed.
€2.00.
That was it.
I had risked twelve Free Spins twice to triple the reward for new rooms.
Cleopatra opened by refusing to build one.
Fine.
Second Free Spin.
The first combination reached the right edge.
A new reel appeared.
The multiplier jumped from x1 to x4.
Not x2.
x4.
The +3 agreement was real.
The tomb had added one room and tripled the enthusiasm.
The extension stopped there.
€8.40.
I immediately felt clever again.
Dangerous.
Third Free Spin.
Another winning start.
Fourth reel.
x4.
Still useful.
Fifth reel.
x7.
The corridor now had five reels and a multiplier that had moved from x1 to x7 because Cleopatra had hired me under an extremely aggressive construction incentive.
The final arrangement paid €16.80.
This was what I had gambled for.
Every new room was now worth three steps of multiplier.
The tomb had gone from gradual expansion to royal overreaction.
One extra chamber:
x4.
Two:
x7.
Three:
x10.
Four:
x13.
At +4 it would have been even worse.
I was delighted I had stopped.
I was also furious that part of me wanted to know.
The fourth Free Spin died on the original three reels.
No extension.
No win.
An ancient monument containing a +3 multiplier increment and absolutely no reason to use it.
The fifth Free Spin started better.
The initial group worked.
Fourth reel.
x4.
Still alive.
Fifth.
x7.
Another extension.
Sixth reel.
x10.
The corridor kept going.
Seventh reel.
x13.
At this point, Cleopatra’s tomb had four more rooms than it had possessed when I pressed Spin.
The multiplier above it looked less like a slot number and more like the amount of trouble the building inspector was going to have.
Fresh symbols appeared on the seventh reel.
Nothing improved.
Finally stopped.
€39.00.
That was the hit.
Not enormous.
But absolutely perfect for the feature.
The tomb had begun with three rooms and finished with seven.
x1 had become x13.
Ankhs, Eyes and Cleopatra symbols had spread across an archaeological corridor that had visibly outgrown the excavation permit.
Thirty-nine euros.
I had risked the feature twice for that kind of nonsense.
Now the gambles felt justified.
Which is precisely when gambling becomes educationally dangerous.
The sixth Free Spin produced two Scatters.
No retrigger.
A tiny ordinary connection paid €1.50 without building anything.
Two Scatters sat there looking like they had come to inspect the new wing and found no paperwork.
The seventh Free Spin managed one extension.
x4.
€6.40.
Then nothing.
The eighth spin died.
Cleopatra had apparently ordered a temporary construction freeze.
The ninth broke it violently.
Initial win.
Fourth reel.
x4.
Still alive.
Fifth reel.
x7.
Still alive.
Sixth reel.
x10.
There.
A six-reel tomb.
x10.
The new right side finally failed to improve anything.
€24.00.
Another respectable hit.
By then I had stopped thinking of the multiplier as mathematics.
It was floor count.
x4 meant Cleopatra had added the guest room.
x7 meant she had approved a second wing.
x10 meant somebody should check whether this structure was still technically a tomb.
x13 meant the original architect was going to haunt us.
The tenth Free Spin stayed inside the original three reels and produced €1.80.
No extension.
After watching the building stretch to seven reels, three suddenly looked tiny.
It was like Cleopatra had closed half the pyramid for cleaning.
The eleventh Free Spin reached five reels.
One extension.
x4.
Another.
x7.
The final payment came to €14.00.
Then the corridor refused another room.
One spin left.
The twelfth Free Spin began.
I wanted another x13 run.
Of course I did.
The first connection worked.
The right edge improved it.
A fourth reel appeared.
x4.
Good.
Fresh symbols arrived.
Nothing useful on the new edge.
€7.20.
Feature over.
Twelve Free Spins had paid €121.10.
I had taken Cleopatra’s original +1 multiplier increment and put the entire feature on a wheel twice.
First gamble survived.
Second gamble survived.
I stopped at +3.
The best Free Spin stretched the tomb from three reels to seven and reached x13.
Another reached x10.
Several others stubbornly remained tiny archaeological cupboards with no extension at all.
And €121.10 was enough to erase the colder base-game stretch and leave me with a healthy medium profit.
The feature vanished.
The pyramid contracted.
Three reels again.
That was almost offensive.
I had just watched Cleopatra construct corridors stretching six and seven reels across the screen.
Now we were back to the starter tomb.
Three rooms.
No x13.
No wheel.
No royal building boom.
I played one more €1.00 spin.
Five symbols connected from the left.
I watched the rightmost reel.
This was how it started.
One useful edge.
One new chamber.
Then another.
Cleopatra’s entire Infinity empire waiting to reopen.
The third reel stopped.
It improved nothing.
No fourth reel.
No extension.
No multiplier climb.
Just three reels and a small ordinary win.
After spending the evening uncovering Cleopatra’s secret, gambling for better construction rights and building half of Egypt to the right of the original tomb, the queen had finally discovered restraint.
The pyramid was full.
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