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Super Wildrix pointed at the ceiling like the cherries had committed a civic emergency.
The reels had just stopped on two Scatters, three cherries, a bell, and one expanded hero filling reel four from top to bottom with x2 printed on his chest. He stood there in red and blue, mask sharp, teeth shining, PG badge stretched across him like the costume had been sponsored by confidence itself.
The line paid €3.75.
At €0.75.
He looked thrilled.
I was not.
A man in a cape had filled an entire reel to help fruit pay snack money, and the slot acted like justice had been restored.
Super Wildrix is dangerous in a very specific way. It looks goofy enough to disarm you. Casino lights in the background. Purple-pink shine. Cherries, grapes, bells, horseshoes, lucky 7s, letters. Then this superhero drops in, expands to fill a reel, and multiplies wins with x2 energy so loud you start forgetting he still needs the reels around him to behave like adults.
I started at €0.75.
The first few spins were gentle. Bells gave €2.25. Grapes paid €1.50. A 7 line missed by one reel and left a Q standing there with the emotional weight of a traffic cone at a parade. The Wildrix symbol appeared twice in early spins but landed without enough left-side support. He expanded anyway, full-height, shoulders out, cape glowing, helping absolutely nothing except his own brand awareness.
Then I looked at the Ante Bet.
Ten times the stake.
€7.50.
Guaranteed at least one Wildrix.
That is not an ante. That is a superhero subscription plan with no cancellation button visible in the emotional part of the brain.
I turned it on for one spin.
One.
The reels flashed. Wildrix incoming. He landed on reel three and expanded. Good. A second Wildrix appeared on reel five. Also good, visually. The symbols around them chose nonsense. K on reel one. 10 on reel two. Cherries scattered everywhere except the line that needed them. The two expanded heroes stood across the reels like a buddy-cop poster after the movie had already lost its funding.
Win: €6.00.
Stake: €7.50.
The hero had arrived guaranteed and still left me short.
I took the Ante off immediately.
The button sat there glowing, offended that I had briefly remembered arithmetic.
Back at €0.75, the slot calmed down and started doing the thing PG Soft slots do when they want to look innocent after a stunt. Small line hits. A bell connection. Grapes again. One Scatter on reel two. Then two Scatters on reels one and five, framing the reels like a feature almost willing to become real if I apologized.
I did not apologize.
A Wildrix landed on reel two and expanded through a 7 line. Another normal Wild helped on reel four. The x2 from Wildrix doubled the whole little arrangement and pushed the win to €18.75. Proper. Useful. Also deeply annoying, since the hero had waited until I stopped paying his premium appearance fee.
The next few spins kept feeding the same pressure. Two Scatters. No third. Wildrix on reel one with no follow-through. Wildrix on reel four helping a grape line reach €9.00. The Feature Buy button sat at the edge of the screen with that clean PG Soft confidence, but after the Ante Bet incident, buying anything from this man felt like letting him invoice me for cape maintenance.
Then the Scatters finally lined up.
Reel one.
Reel three.
Reel five.
Ten Free Spins.
Not fifteen. Not twenty. The minimum entrance. The casino sign opened, lights spilled everywhere, and Super Wildrix appeared on the intro screen like a mascot hired to explain courage to people who had already paid.
The wheel above the reels spun before the first free spin.
x50.
Huge.
My shoulders rose.
The reels landed.
No Wildrix.
No expanded hero.
Just bells, letters, cherries, and one normal Wild that could not use the wheel. The x50 sat above the action like a helicopter arriving after the picnic ended.
No win.
Second free spin.
Wheel: x2.
Wildrix landed.
Of course.
He expanded on reel three with x2, then the wheel multiplied that value into x4. A bell line connected. €12.00. Fine. Small heroics. The sort of rescue where the cape gets caught in a revolving door but the citizen survives.
Third spin.
Wheel: x20.
No Wildrix.
A horseshoe line paid €3.00 without him. The x20 watched from above, completely unemployed.
Fourth spin.
Wheel: x3.
Two Wildrix symbols.
Two.
Reels two and four. Both expanded. Each x2 became x6 from the wheel. The total multiplier from the Wildrix symbols stacked into the line, and for a second the game looked ready to become the brochure version of itself.
The symbols connected through 7s and bells.
€54.75.
Good.
But the whole thing had the structure of a superhero team showing up during a parking dispute while ignoring the volcano across town.
Fifth spin gave two Scatters.
Retrigger.
Three extra spins.
That helped.
The counter increased, and the hero gave a thumbs-up animation from the side like he had personally negotiated time with the casino floor.
Sixth spin.
Wheel: x100.
The biggest wheel value.
The screen glowed.
The reels gave no Wildrix.
Not one.
Only low symbols, no meaningful line, and a Scatter sitting there like a souvenir from a better universe.
I stared at the x100.
The x100 stared back from the top of the feature with the bright deadness of a firework launched during daylight.
Seventh spin.
Wheel: x5.
Wildrix on reel five.
Too late for most lines.
He expanded at the edge, smiling with his entire jaw, giving a cherry connection just enough muscle to pay €7.50.
That was Super Wildrix in one picture: one man filling a reel, wearing x10 total attitude, helping cherries reach cab fare.
The feature kept wobbling between almost and useful. Wheel x15 with no hero. Wheel x4 with one hero and a small bell line. Wheel x30 with a Wildrix on reel one but no symbols to carry across. Two more Scatters appeared once and teased another retrigger, then the third refused to land, apparently busy protecting the city from matched fruit.
Near the end, the best spin arrived without the biggest wheel.
Wheel: x10.
Wildrix on reel two.
Wildrix on reel three.
Both expanded.
x20 on each.
The reels filled with 7s on the left and bells through the middle. A normal Wild on reel five joined late but useful. The win climbed to €96.00.
Finally, the superhero did something with witnesses.
The feature total moved past €170.
The last spins added €6.75, nothing, then €18.00 from a x6 wheel and a single Wildrix expanding over grapes. Total Free Spins: €203.25.
At €0.75.
Good feature.
Not absurd. Not 20,000x fantasy. Not the screenshot with gold coins spilling everywhere and the hero screaming over a Super Mega Win. Just a real DSF kind of feature: several huge wheel rolls wasted, several tiny wheel rolls landing at the exact time the cape brigade arrived, one proper hit, one retrigger, and a total useful enough to make leaving harder.
Back in base, I stayed at €0.75.
The Ante Bet button still sat there.
€7.50 for guaranteed Wildrix.
No.
Absolutely no.
The hero could patrol on regular wages.
I gave the base five more spins. A small grape line paid €1.50. One Scatter. Nothing. Then Wildrix landed on reel four, expanded, and connected with cherries for €5.25. He pointed upward again, finger raised, face blazing with justice over a fruit result that would not buy popcorn in the casino he was standing in.
The next spin showed two Scatters and a Wildrix on reel two.
No third.
The Wildrix expanded anyway, helped a bell line for €8.25, and the game gave him the lighting of a man stopping a meteor.
I stopped there.
Slightly up.
Still bothered.
Super Wildrix stood on the last reel, cape glowing, one hand lifted like he had restored peace and justice by making cherries pay less than the coffee.
Phoenix Graveyard 2 rewarded loyalty with lag.