[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-118":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297682,1723,"Chapter 118: The Ultimate “Blade Work”","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-118",118,"\u003Cp>The silver screen froze in wind and snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plot gave the audience no chance to catch their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene shifted, and it was already deep night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the heavily guarded enemy camp, torchlight swayed wildly in the wind, cutting human shadows into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark figure, like a ghost, crept along the shadows of the tents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was General, played by Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was not a general; he was an assassin with only one goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hearts of everyone in the screening room leaped into their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They watched that solitary, desperate figure on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that very moment, the curtain of the commander's tent ahead of him was gently lifted by a pale, delicate hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman in white, dressed in enemy nation attire, walked out carrying a basin of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight illuminated her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A collective, sharp intake of breath echoed through the screening room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it be her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was she here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera on the silver screen abruptly zoomed in on General Gu, played by Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive face filled the entire frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clear cracks appeared on that face, already hardened and indifferent by the wind and snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body shuddered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Princess across from him was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the dark figure. The bronze basin in her hands crashed to the ground with a loud clang, water splashing everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real drama had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In General Gu's eyes on the screen, the first layer of change appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Affection].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice in his eyes instantly melted, turning into the softest spring water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the sharp edges frozen on his face by war and hatred completely crumbled the moment he saw that face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no longer General Gu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reverted to that youth, A'Gu, who would stop on the grassland because of a stray lock of her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heavens...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low exclamation from a girl in the back row was fiercely muffled in her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hearts were struck by this sudden tenderness. The tension and unease that had just risen were instantly replaced by an aching sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps... there was still a chance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, this tenderness lasted less than a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second layer of emotion crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Struggle].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spring water instantly froze back into ice. A deeper pain surged forth, completely washing over and covering that last remnant of warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a General of Great Xia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting again, she had become the Princess of the enemy nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between them lay national hatred, family enmity, and the bones of thousands of his comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This love was an original sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately followed by the third layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Reluctance].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips moved slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed. It seemed he wanted to call out that name carved into his bones, but ultimately, no sound escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That heavy reluctance almost overflowed from the screen, pressing down on everyone's hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness of the screening room, a young female journalist could no longer hold back. She suddenly raised a hand to cover her own mouth, not wanting her sobs to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her shoulders trembled violently, uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt it as if she were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was that Princess standing under the moonlight, watching helplessly as her lover was about to abandon her forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching beauty being torn apart by one's own hands hurt too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the cruelest part was the fourth layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Killing Intent].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the previous affection, struggle, and reluctance were completely drained away in that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The General wanted to utterly crush the past, to kill and bury along with it the part of himself that still loved her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he looked at the Princess one last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look was hollow. Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the screening room, a deathly silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The critical film critic Zhang Rui sat rigidly against the back of her seat, her mouth slightly agape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her twenty-year career, she had reviewed countless films boasting of great acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she had never seen such terrifying control of micro-expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than ten seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four layers of emotion progression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A youth died. A General was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single line of dialogue, yet it said everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Front row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng leaned forward slightly. He turned his head and whispered in an almost inaudible breath to the director Li Xiang beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That kid... he's made it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiang clenched the armrests in excitement, not responding, just staring fixedly at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, General Gu turned away with finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His retreating figure held not a trace of lingering attachment, quickly disappearing into the vast night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving only the Princess alone, kneeling in the cold puddle of water, tears streaming down her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unrestrained, bright youth in white from the grassland was completely buried at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene cut sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lone city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The setting sun was like blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deafening battle cries rose from below the city walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera pulled back, revealing a dark mass of enemy troops, surrounding the small city so tightly not even water could pass through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera pushed in again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On top of the city gate tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Gu leaned on a broken long spear, barely supporting his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once majestic Black Iron Armor he wore was now tattered and torn. Several arrows were embedded in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed out, dyeing the ground beneath his feet a dark red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at the end of his rope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hearts of the audience in the screening room sank to the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sensed the ending, yet clung to a sliver of unrealistic hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Gu moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw away the broken spear and, with an extremely slow and difficult posture, walked towards the massive war drum at the center of the gate tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bared his teeth, as if trying to smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it tugged at the wounds on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly raised the heavy drumstick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the screening room, everyone's hearts were at their highest point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was... the final farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THUMP!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull drumbeat sounded. No musical score embellished it; it was just the rawest impact of wood against hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it slammed hard into every viewer's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumbeats became dense, frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filled with unyielding will and tragic proclamation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every fall of the drumstick, his wounds split open, blood splattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements grew slower and slower, his strength draining rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the drumbeats never stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time the blood-soaked figure on the screen swung the drumstick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene would instantly cut to a single frame of a sweet memory from the grassland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood-stained hand, raised high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the youth's clean, slender hand, tucking a stray hair behind the Princess's temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THUMP!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumbeat deafened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face, twisted in agony, blood-flecked foam seeping from between his gritted teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen flashed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his brilliant, dazzling smile directed at the Princess under the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THUMP! THUMP!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumbeats hastened death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood gushing from his mouth stained the armor on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the promise he whispered to her on the grassland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only want 'now'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One frame of sweetness, one frame of a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweeter the memory, the more cruel the reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Woo...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sobs suppressed to the extreme finally broke out, one after another, in every corner of the screening room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the VIP seats at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying sat upright, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched the man on the screen, tormented repeatedly by memory and reality, still fighting desperately in a pool of blood in his final moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single, clear teardrop finally slipped uncontrollably from the corner of her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, she was not Su Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was that Princess who had forever lost her young General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumbeats gradually thinned out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slower and slower, softer and softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, General Gu's life reached its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils began to lose focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his final moments of fading consciousness, he used his last shred of strength to look in the direction of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that blurred vision, time and space overlapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to see that vast grassland again, to see that girl in a white dress, waiting for him on horseback to come home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to smile one more time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he no longer had the strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy drumstick slipped powerlessly from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clang.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tall, imposing body slowly slid down along the cold war drum and collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumbeats ceased abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1449,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","6cc4b46341e2dd409f7f116ce1d7710579148a2108bcc6804ae6ce9a154c798b","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-119","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-117",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]