I have a mahjong group, and everyone in it is a god.
The Matchmaker, the Kitchen God, and the Dragon King of the East Sea are all at the table, playing mahjong.
Win one round, get an immortal art.
Win two rounds, get a special constitution.
Win three rounds, and even the gods have to offer me a cigarette.
From then on, a mysterious young man appeared in the city.
While everyone else was still struggling to make a living, I was winning eternal life at the mahjong table.
