God Realm

That was a true heavenly treasure: a scale from a Star Domain Dragon God. It was an absolutely epic-grade material. I'd bet that if you stuck a handle on it, it would become a dark-gold shield; shave off a strip, and it would be an orange staff; sharpen both sides, and it could serve as an Egg Knife; grind it into powder and mix it with water, and it would make Nine-Revolutions Soul-Returning Soup. Yet Viska had ultimately turned this legendary material, which combined every kind of awesomeness, into a mahjong set...

Watching the five—no, four—God Clan players set up their mahjong table and continue their smoke-filled battle, I had mixed feelings. This was quite possibly the most valuable mahjong set in history. I didn't dare imagine whether those tiles, flying out at Mach thirty-five, could effortlessly punch through Sikaro's invulnerable face and Eternal-class frontal armor, but in terms of value alone, tossing out a single East Wind could probably buy half a city. I couldn't help but wonder:

If this mahjong set accidentally ended up in some other world where magic ran rampant someday, would it be regarded as some supreme treasure? The continental history books would probably record it like this: "On a certain day of a certain month in a certain year, the Two Dots of the Southern Continent was stolen by evil demons. The Dark Empire of the Northern Continent seized the opportunity to invade. The Dark Emperor ordered the Black Knight to carry the three divine artifacts—East Wind, What Chicken, and White Board—to break the Southern Continent's 'Pure One Ultimate Formation.' A youth chosen by fate left his homeland carrying 'Two Sticks, North Wind,' which would determine humanity's survival, and embarked upon a lifelong, no-return path of war. The entire continent was swept into turmoil..."