It's the Apocalypse, so Being a Mahjong God Isn't Too Much, Right?

Also known as: It's the Apocalypse, and Being a God of Mahjong Isn't Too Much to Ask, Is It?

The shadow of the apocalypse shrouds the land of Shenzhou, with crimson auroras, symbols of slaughter, stretching for thousands of miles. Monsters from fantasy have stepped into reality, devouring human brains to acquire memories. Humanity's proud wisdom is utterly lost, barely surviving amidst the monsters' frenzy.

Fortunately, what they consume includes not only humanity's essence but also its dross. The gods themselves have become addicted to card and board games, and intelligent life forms have degenerated into gamblers. With life as stakes, they gamble on the future of their entire race.

Jiang Che is lucky enough to touch the card table, acquiring a hand of mahjong tiles, and in this crisis, he draws his first tile. It bestows upon him his first bizarre magic system. This tile is... Blood Magic! The Red Dragon! Bleeding! The Crimson Blood System!

As Jiang Che draws tiles again and again, he discovers that he can always pick exactly the tile he needs. Ah, well, since that's the case... It's the apocalypse, so being a Mahjong God isn't too much, right?

And if you're a Mahjong God, it's perfectly reasonable to have many magic systems and powerful spells, right? Thus, the struggling mages discover a humanoid bug.

"Big shot, do you accept hangers-on? Oh, no, disciples?" "Your magic and my magic seem different." "Their magic is real magic; ours is like cheap parlor tricks." "He's the MVP again. I want to go home to momma."