[{"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-209":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},1297823,1723,"Chapter 209: Don’t Use the Knife, You’ll Break Character","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-209",209,"\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi grabbed the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice exploded through the walkie, hoarse, yet carrying an irresistible fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingying, hold it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying stood motionless with her back against the Divine Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gale had ceased, but she felt herself being swept by an even colder storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi’s commands kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his attention to another angle, lowering his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Ci.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give your hand a close-up, move it a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That instruction made every heart on set pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Move a little?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he move?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a man nailed to the tree by three arrows, his demon core shattered, clinging to his last breath—nearly dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any unnecessary motion would destroy all the carefully laid groundwork of realism!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s clenched eyelashes trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He almost immediately understood the other madman’s direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi was trying to pile tragedy upon tragedy, squeezing tears out of the audience until there was nothing left!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Jiang Ci’s mind, he could almost see the backend system metrics as the scene aired, the Heartbreak Value counters spinning wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A KPI handed to him on a silver platter—why refuse it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Zhang Mouyi wanted was a dying man, in whose final moments before consciousness slipped into darkness, he showed one last attachment to this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci summoned the last of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That right hand, crusted with dried blood, twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, inch by inch, it began to lift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertips groped in the air in a futile search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hooked on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fluttering black Priestess Robe, after the wind died, had a corner drape right by his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s fingers, so light they barely applied any force, caught that cold strip of fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light enough that a mild breeze could have unfurled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That touch, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>burned through her thousand-year chill as a departed soul. Along that strip of cloth, the burn crawled up and seared her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying’s whole body froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aloofness and resolution she had built for the role of Ling Xi were shattered in that instant by this almost insolent, mundane little tug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, almost hallucinatory tug at the hem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He woke?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not woken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unconscious motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in his stupor, from the depths of his soul, an instinct begged her not to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sour flood overwhelmed her nose and throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lower lip, using sharp pain to suppress the thought of turning back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was afraid that if she turned, all the coldness and resolve she had created for Ling Xi would collapse instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was afraid that if she turned, she would never be able to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the enormous Divine Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-clad half-demon nailed to the tree, and the black-robed witch holding a long bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past lives and present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through that tiny corner of cloth being gently hooked, they achieved one last connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One saying goodbye in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wordless image painted the cross-time tragedy in its most extreme hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, the assistant director’s eyes were already red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several female crew members beside him had long since raised hands to their mouths, stifling the sobs about to burst forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi watched this inspired stroke on the screen, this pinnacle of tragic aesthetics he had crafted with his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest rose and fell. He had finally seen the perfect prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed the walkie, using all his force to roar the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—Cut!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that word dropped, sounds from the real world surged back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scrape of equipment being moved, the suppressed sobs of the crew, the engine noise of a vehicle driving by in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human sounds shattered that frozen sorrow, tearing that tragic atmosphere to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying’s tense body suddenly slumped, as if drained, and she collapsed onto the cold ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lingxi Bow slid from her limp hand and clattered aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torn back and forth between the two opposing souls of A Li and Ling Xi had drained every ounce of her spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry! Go check on her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Su!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant and several crew members rushed over, exclaiming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the props team also hurried up, hands everywhere, beginning to remove the prop arrows fixed to Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy, easy, don’t pull the prosthetics…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was “taken down” from the tree. He moved his stiff shoulder and neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes, he saw not far off the figure slumped on the ground, surrounded by people—Su Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head bowed, long hair veiling her face, expression unreadable, but her slightly trembling shoulders gave everything away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci even saw her assistant reach out to support her, then helplessly lower the hand mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci exhaled softly from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is terrible—this year’s best KPI partner has fallen in and can’t get out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continues, forget the next scenes—her spirit will be harmed first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That won’t do. This excellent senior’s physical and mental health must be preserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Sun Zhou’s help, she steadied herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Jiang Ci reached out his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the tattered, bloodstained layers of his costume, he deliberately fished around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He produced something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A throat lozenge wrapped in transparent candy paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He parted the assistant who was by Su Qingying and crouched in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held the candy out before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Su.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke, his face still painted with “blood,” the dying-wound makeup, but his expression was utterly sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have a candy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying slowly raised her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears clung to her eyes, still carrying Ling Xi’s sadness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared blankly at the candy before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s voice sounded again, the same flat cadence with little inflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one’s mint.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was concise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clears the head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying looked at the candy, then at Jiang Ci’s blood-painted yet earnest face recommending a candy flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The absurdity pierced the sadness of Ling Xi in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could no longer hold it together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny laugh slipped from her tear-tinged throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That laugh blew away the haze of “destiny” that had hung over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her laugh let everyone around exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Jiang Ci crouched on the ground and then at Su Qingying, who had finally laughed. His usually harsh face was full of appreciation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked up and gave Jiang Ci a solid pat on the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he glanced at Su Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That take is safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, declaring the final verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pass!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant director immediately got it, grabbed the loudspeaker, and shouted at the top of his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wrap! Thanks for your hard work today! Wrap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The set finally returned to full bustle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crew members chatted loudly, packed up equipment, and the whole space buzzed with the vivid noise of the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the center of that clamor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>under the Divine Tree, on the ground still stained with prop blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci and Su Qingying, one crouched, one seated,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>formed their own small, quiet world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the bond between actors, a camaraderie beyond life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also an unspoken tacit understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>",1217,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","9dd568584aad2856d9322ec958324cf6716a3e7d5f6f3da1a0ab8db46037c35a","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-210","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-208",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]