[{"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-208":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},1297822,1723,"Chapter 208: The Director's Lost It—He Wants Tragedy on Top of Tragedy!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-208",208,"\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere on set was even more solemn than the day before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aftershock of yesterday’s brutal emotional storm still lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone subconsciously stepped more lightly, and their voices were kept low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was still fixed to the Divine Tree, maintaining that near-death, humiliating pose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The makeup artist was touching up the dried blood on his face, moving so gently it was almost painless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci closed his eyes, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Action!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Zhang Mouyi’s command, the set fell into absolute silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera refocused on the base of the Divine Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That worldly girl, full of human warmth—passionate and awkward—had been completely swallowed by time and space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her place, only a black figure remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying had once again changed into the intricate black Priestess Robe; her Ling Xi stood silently where A Li had disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly lowered the hand that had just pushed away the rival in love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back was perfectly straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within that upright posture, there was an enormous loneliness, as if the entire world had abandoned her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spirit who had guarded for a thousand years and was unable to keep anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, she moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned, and step by step approached the Divine Tree that imprisoned Ye Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her footsteps were light; the hem of the black robe brushed the ground without stirring up a speck of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked across the scattered debris on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the lingering traces of demonic power left by Chi Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And across the patch of earth where A Li had knelt, soaked with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step tread upon the ruins of a fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci could feel her approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That uniquely chill aura of a lost soul made a faint shiver run across his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he was not afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an actor, simply sensing the most precise signal transmitted by his co-star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying stopped in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her head and looked at the half-demon pinned to the tree by three arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her Ye Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same hand that had just shoved the rival into the time rift now moved with a reverent piety, as if to touch Ye Chen’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like a thousand years ago, on countless afternoons, she had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingertips trembled slightly in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold, and warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead soul, and living being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a breath apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci could even feel the faint breeze caused by those icy fingertips brushing his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very moment before contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a living half-demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her touch would only bring him endless deathly chill, hastening his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was here to save him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand suspended in midair trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, one knuckle after another curled in, forming a powerless fist that she drew back in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t grab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t hold anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ping! Heartbreak Value +12 (Source: Camera Assistant Xiao Fei)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint notification popped up on Jiang Ci’s consciousness panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s even a KPI for this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Best Actress co-star’s performance was so subtle it soaked into everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a single withdrawal could tighten a bystander’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Jiang Ci, the feigned indifference on Su Qingying’s face finally cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a thousand words, it condensed into a single, barely audible sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no lines in that sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone watching through the monitor read the subtext clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoosh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the director’s order, the massive wind machine kicked in without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gale swept across the entire set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lifted Su Qingying’s wide black sleeves, sent her waterfall hair flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her figure wavered in the wind, as if about to be blown away entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind also tugged at the tattered red robe on Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red fabric and black hems intertwined in the gusts, wildly fluttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They brushed and were then cruelly torn apart again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet starkly separated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image was devastatingly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like an ink-and-blood painting splattered with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Zhang Mouyi leaned forward again, almost pressed against the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what he wanted: the pinnacle of Bad Ending Aesthetics that belonged to Eastern myth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying turned away, back to Ye Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze swept over the ruined ground and fixed on a spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There lay a bow, quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Lingxi Bow that A Li had left behind when swallowed by the time rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked over slowly and bent to pick it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a scripted, highly symbolic shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A past-life lover, with the weapon left by a present-life rival, guarding the man they both loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fate at this moment forged a cruel closed loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the bow that still carried A Li’s trace, Su Qingying closed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The set fell utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear tear slipped from the corner of her squeezed-shut eye and traced down her pale, bloodless cheek, finally dropping onto the black robe and spreading a small dark stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Ling Xi’s only tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last tear she would shed for Ye Chen, for A Li, and for her own absurd thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After letting this tear fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would no longer be the woman bound by jealousy and love and hate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would be the decisive killer, the legendary shaman who suppressed the entire demon army with her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying suddenly opened her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last shred of mortal vulnerability had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the absolute lucid cruelty of a deity remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to face the direction Chi Jie had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew the bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nocked an arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the quiver was empty of real arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her movements were full of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if any second now, an arrow formed from witch power would tear through the air and slay every demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Push to wide! Extreme wide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi’s voice crackled over the walkie-talkie, unable to hide his excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crane camera slowly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shot pulled farther and farther away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enormous Divine Tree dominated the composition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its trunk, the red-clad half-demon pinned there had shrunk to a small, blurry red mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the vast tree, the black figure with the long bow was a mere dot of ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An overwhelming sense of loneliness strangled everyone’s throat in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monitor froze on that image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So beautiful it broke the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So tragic it made one gasp for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant director watched with reddened eyes, about to remind Zhang Mouyi to call “Cut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he glanced at Zhang Mouyi, he saw an unfamiliar expression on the director’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kind of possessed, frenzied look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi did not call “Cut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared intently at the image on the monitor that could already be deified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his head, a thought bolder and crazier than any before detonated without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still not enough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This loneliness was only visual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he wanted was resonance of the soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two souls separated by time and life-and-death, in this moment, to touch—one last and only time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to add a scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scene that did not exist in the script.\u003C\u002Fp>",1216,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","d34967608526f45c71eec019af63bb65c07fb5e788ffde3057e49a126b3396bb","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-209","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-207",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]