[{"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-199":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},1297813,1723,"Chapter 199: The Tragedy of a Thousand Years Reappears","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-199",199,"\u003Cp>Time seemed to freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the prop blood dripping down Su Qingying’s arm fell to the ground with a steady, staccato sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s body still maintained the pose of being “pierced through,” rigidly lowering his head, inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the hand that had pierced through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hand was slender, fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless times before, within the script’s setup, it had bandaged his wounds for him, handed him food, awkwardly trying to show care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, it was soaked with his “blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of astonishment crossed Jiang Ci’s face, stained by blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came incomprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw that numb, lifeless face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also saw a clear tear streak on that face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was hurting too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All intense emotions, in that instant, faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci trembled, slowly lifted his clean hand, and gently held the hand that was harming him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Li…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A broken whisper escaped his cracked lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wake up…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be controlled…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That phrase detonated inside Su Qingying’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was just acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a professional actress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She should have maintained A Li’s puppet-like state while being controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang Ci’s line, accompanied by that chest-clenching sorrow and tenderness on his face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>clearly reached her ears, she felt the rational barrier that kept her as an actress crumbling inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was clearly the victim, yet he was comforting the “killer” who hurt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An immense, tearing pain exploded from the depths of her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was A Li’s despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also Su Qingying’s heartbreak, utterly pierced at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long-dormant mechanical voice rang in Jiang Ci’s head at the right moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Detected strong heartbreak resonance from core present associate (Su Qingying) …]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Heartbreak Value +388!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the monitor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the confident smile on Wen Nian’s face froze completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was not one of those amateurs who only saw surface-level power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How terrifying Jiang Ci’s performance was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the result of being suppressed by Luo Yu’s aura, nor some stiff reaction to preserve dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a terrifying ability to drag everyone, cameras included, into the tragic world he had constructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not roar, nor make exaggerated gestures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one expression and one line, he made Luo Yu’s earlier, nearly deranged outburst look like a childish one-man show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Nian felt the victory cloak she had carefully woven for Luo Yu being plucked thread by thread by Jiang Ci in an unassuming way, until it unraveled utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yu was completely stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He folded his arms and stood offstage, the euphoric glow of his supposed “victory” still clinging to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the image on the monitor plunged him into an ice pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he had expected had not happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one thing remained—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sorrow that seemed capable of drowning heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sorrow, through the monitor’s lens, pierced the distance of space and time like a dense, impenetrable fog, shrouding the entire set and drowning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Making his self-satisfied “victory” look so ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to doubt the powerful performance he had just delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On set,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme, came from Jiang Ci’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body began to convulse violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if everyone present could, through that blood-stained costume, clearly “hear” the demon core that sustained the half-demon within him fracturing inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ho…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved Su Qingying away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staggering, he retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step left a clear, heavy “blood” footprint on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he retreated, those eyes filled with sorrow never left the white figure beneath the giant tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were so many emotions in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a deep protective desire to pull her out of this bottomless hell, yet feeling utterly powerless to do so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to take her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he himself was already a dying man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li, the one being controlled—Su Qingying—still showed no expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly withdrew the blood-soaked hand and mechanically turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then expressionless, she took from the giant tree behind her the Lingxi Bow that the props team had prepared for the shaman,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her movements stiff and eerie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew an arrow from the quiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nocked it on the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly drew the bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrowhead was pointed directly at the half-demon she had once poured all her love into, who was now staggering away, near death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A desperate pursuit and kill was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep going!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All camera positions! Follow him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Zhang Mouyi’s suppressed, insanely excited roar, broadcast through the loudspeaker, blasted into everyone’s ears!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire crew sprang into motion like a precision machine suddenly activated, roaring to life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lighting technician responsible for the dolly, carrying heavy equipment, scrambled to keep up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Camera A’s cinematographer hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, tightly tracking Jiang Ci’s backward steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant director bellowed, ordering set assistants to clear a path wide enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clear the set! Quick! Move those props out of the way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire set became a chaotic stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that chaos had its own order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone followed the director, followed the two actors who had completely merged with their roles, and went mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yu froze where he stood, watching this chaotic scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Jiang Ci dragging his shattered body, struggling to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li, played by Su Qingying, approached step by step like an emotionless hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow tip remained locked onto that tottering silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yu should have been the one sitting offstage, relishing the suffering of his “enemy,” the victorious spectator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he felt like a complete outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like… a clown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci staggered until he reached the edge of the open space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came to the Divine Tree mentioned in the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned against the Divine Tree, gasping violently, and the “blood” on his chest stained the tree trunk behind him with a ghastly red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not retreat further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that he didn’t want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his head and looked at the girl he loved most in this world, who was approaching him step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was hollow and numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bow in her hands had been drawn into a full moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow was aimed at his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it would pin him here forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like a thousand years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>",1066,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","5519810682a074e4fed760f8e22f9c99742af59d51ee2178bf5c98cfc33d99c7","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-200","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-198",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]