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The pufferfish looked angrier than the sharks.
That was impressive.
Five reels were full of actual predators with enormous teeth, and the round little fish still had the expression of something prepared to fight the entire ocean over a parking space.
I started with €94.60 and €1.00 per spin.
Behind the reels, a wrecked ship rested in blue water while coral glowed around it and shafts of sunlight came down from somewhere above. The whole place looked peaceful enough until the symbols arrived.
Blue shark.
Purple shark.
Orange shark.
Green shark.
Then a seahorse the size of an appetiser.
The seahorse survived.
A line of starfish produced the first little win.
The pufferfish appeared twice on the next spin and failed to find a third.
Still furious.
The sharks mostly arrived in pairs, which was apparently the safest possible number if your intention was to look dangerous without paying.
A blue shark stopped on reel one.
Another on reel three.
Nothing in between.
The green shark did the same thing a few spins later.
The reef had several apex predators and none of them understood adjacency.
Then the first Wild shark appeared.
Gold frame. Huge grin. Much more confidence than the ordinary sharks.
It completed a line of purple sharks for a small hit.
Useful.
The pufferfish remained my favourite.
Around ten spins in, the balance had slipped into the high eighties.
Nothing dramatic.
A few starfish.
A jellyfish combination.
One seahorse win so small that the creature itself looked embarrassed to be involved.
The pearl Scatter began appearing too.
One pearl.
Gone.
Two pearls later.
Still nothing.
They sat inside glowing shells looking expensive and then disappeared before a third could arrive.
The pufferfish, meanwhile, finally found three copies of itself.
Small win.
It looked exactly as angry after being paid.
That was professionalism.
The first real disturbance came from a golden shark head.
Multiplier Wild.
It landed on reel four carrying x15.
There was already a winning line of orange sharks crossing through it.
The multiplier snapped onto the win.
The whole spin returned €21.00.
That changed the ocean immediately.
The same orange sharks that had spent the opening arriving in useless pairs had suddenly become profitable because a golden shark had turned up wearing mathematics around its neck.
The balance moved back above the starting point.
I left the stake alone.
The x15 shark disappeared with the spin.
Good.
I did not need to become the person who increased a bet because one fish had found algebra.
The next stretch was much quieter.
A starfish line.
Nothing.
Purple sharks missing each other.
Nothing.
The pufferfish returned in a pair and looked personally betrayed by reel five.
The pearl Scatters began another campaign.
One.
Then two.
Still no third.
A seahorse appeared beside them as if it had misunderstood the assignment.
The balance drifted back down.
That felt more like the ocean I had met at the beginning.
Then three pearls arrived.
One left.
One in the middle.
One on the far side.
Ten Free Spins.
Sharks had finally stopped making individual threats and opened the part where the golden ones could become a long-term mathematical problem.
The first Free Spin brought a Multiplier Wild immediately.
x2.
A tiny starfish line crossed through it.
The result doubled.
Fine.
The second spin did nothing.
No multiplier.
No useful line.
The x2 stayed.
That was the difference.
The golden shark had not left the mathematics behind when the spin ended.
The next Free Spin added x5.
The total multiplier climbed to x7.
A purple shark line connected.
The purple shark suddenly became seven times more important than its face suggested.
That spin paid properly.
The fourth Free Spin produced a tiny jellyfish win at the same x7.
A translucent blob had now become part of the feature’s serious money.
The sharks were already losing control of their own slot.
Then came x10.
Another golden shark head.
The accumulated multiplier jumped to x17.
No win on that spin.
That was almost better.
Nothing paid, but the next spin had become considerably more dangerous purely because a shark had arrived wearing x10 and then left.
The sixth Free Spin finally used it.
Three blue sharks connected with a Wild.
The x17 landed across the win.
The amount jumped.
That was the first point where I stopped caring which shark colour appeared.
Blue.
Orange.
Purple.
Whatever.
The symbols had become delivery animals for the number sitting over the feature.
Then the pearls returned.
Three Scatters landed during the seventh Free Spin.
Ten more spins.
The feature had doubled its remaining workload without asking whether the ocean had enough sharks for this.
The accumulated multiplier stayed.
That was the dangerous bit.
We were not restarting at x1.
The reef had memory.
The next spin added another Multiplier Wild.
x3.
The total moved to x20.
No proper win.
Again.
Excellent.
A starfish line on the following spin suddenly became a twenty-times event.
A starfish.
The orange little thing that had spent the base game looking like it had been drawn by somebody trying to make seafood friendly.
Twenty times.
It paid.
I began rooting for the low symbols.
The sharks had had enough opportunities.
Give me the pufferfish.
Give me the jellyfish.
Give me the seahorse.
Let the multiplier humiliate the predators.
A golden shark arrived carrying x6.
The total climbed again.
No win.
Then a small jellyfish combination landed on the next Free Spin.
The multiplier was now large enough that the jellyfish looked financially irresponsible.
Another few spins passed without much.
One pufferfish line.
A pair of sharks that went nowhere.
One seahorse crossing through a Wild.
Each hit looked increasingly strange under the accumulated multiplier.
The ocean had stopped rewarding importance.
It was rewarding survival.
Then a golden Multiplier Wild landed with x25.
That one changed everything.
The total multiplier moved past fifty.
There was no win on the spin.
The reef just sat there with ordinary symbols and a number above them that had become ridiculous.
Next Free Spin.
Three starfish.
Enough to connect.
The multiplier hit the win.
The amount expanded into something no starfish had any right to produce.
The orange creature still had the same little smile.
It had just become worth more than most of the shark combinations from the entire base game.
I was fully on the starfish side now.
The following spin produced nothing.
That was fine.
Dead spins had become multiplier preservation.
Every blank result meant the accumulated number survived untouched.
Then the pufferfish returned.
Three across a line.
The same furious round fish from the opening.
The multiplier applied.
This time its tiny win became a proper chunk of money.
That felt deserved.
It had spent the session looking ready to bite something despite having almost no visible teeth.
The sharks had been smiling.
The pufferfish had been working.
Two Free Spins remained.
The multiplier stayed above fifty.
The first brought one Wild shark and a line of purple sharks.
Good win.
The final scheduled spin landed a Multiplier Wild carrying x15.
The total climbed again.
No winning line.
For a second that looked like the feature might end with a huge multiplier and nothing left to use it on.
Then the Scatters appeared.
Three pearls.
Again.
Another ten Free Spins.
The ocean had found more time.
At this stage the feature had become unreasonable.
The running multiplier was already enormous.
The low symbols had started paying like predators.
The pufferfish had completed its character arc.
And the pearl shells had just extended everything for another ten spins.
The next few were strangely calm.
No Multiplier Wild.
A tiny seahorse win.
One shark line.
Nothing.
The accumulated number kept making them worthwhile.
Then another x5 arrived.
Added.
A starfish line on the following spin became ridiculous again.
The starfish had now out-earned the green shark across the full session.
I stopped considering this an accident.
The reef had unionised.
A few spins later, two Multiplier Wild sharks landed on the same spin.
One carried x3.
The other x10.
Both added into the running total.
There was also a small pufferfish win underneath them.
The number over the feature climbed.
The pufferfish got paid.
The two golden sharks grinned.
The ordinary sharks might as well have gone home.
The biggest hit arrived near the end.
A line began with blue sharks, crossed a Wild and continued far enough through the reels to qualify.
The accumulated multiplier was already obscene.
The whole win lifted at once.
Not a jackpot.
Not some impossible screen-filling event.
Just one proper shark line finally arriving after the mathematics had become completely detached from the animals.
That was the peak.
After that, the feature wound down.
A jellyfish hit.
Nothing.
A starfish pair that did not connect far enough.
One final pufferfish appearance without a win.
Then the Free Spins stopped.
The complete feature had returned €184.96.
The balance sat at €273.16.
I left the stake at €1.00 for eight more spins.
No celebration increase.
No Super Spin.
No attempt to force another feature while the multiplier sharks were still fresh in my head.
The first few spins were ordinary.
One orange shark line.
A tiny seahorse win.
Two pearl Scatters with no third.
Then the pufferfish appeared again.
Three copies.
Small win.
Normal multiplier.
Normal money.
It looked almost insulting after what the same fish had been producing inside Free Spins.
The final stretch gave back a few euros.
Nothing dramatic.
The balance settled at €268.36.
On the last screen, one pufferfish sat near the bottom beside a starfish.
No sharks connected.
No golden multiplier head.
No pearls.
Just the two smallest animals in the reef staring out from a wreck full of predators.
I left them there.
They had carried enough of the ocean already.
My last respin in Alchemy Gold took five years off my life.