Let Go of That Little Mahjong Tile

After dying twice in a row, a little sparrow gets linked to a System and soaks up the luck of one lucky person after another. Only at the end does it realize that the one with the real golden finger... is itself!

The lucky one says the mahjong tile at home is not only a talking immortal, it also loves pecking at their mouth. It keeps pecking until the skin is torn, and still won't stop.

A few years later:

This is unbelievable, my mahjong tile has grown up!

You little beggar, tell me, would you still dare roast me whenever you please?