The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 234: "Wait for Me... I Will Come to See You"
In Soundstage A, the light that spanned time and space left its mark on Jiang Ci.
That beast-like struggle tormented by demonic power was, at this moment, forcibly suppressed by an even deeper will.
The consciousness belonging to the "human" fiercely counterattacked within the chaotic sea of blood.
Jiang Ci used all his strength to resist the force within his body that was powerful enough to tear his soul apart.
His lips moved, and from his parched throat, he squeezed out a vague, shattered syllable.
"A... Li..."
Su Qingying, who had already collapsed exhausted under the ancient locust tree in Soundstage B, suddenly widened her eyes, which were completely soaked with tears.
She heard it.
According to the script's setting, under Director Zhang Mouyi's layered guidance and her self-hypnotic emotional immersion, she truly "heard" it.
That response to her, transmitted across a thousand years of time and space, coming from the abyssal depths of hell.
In the Central Control Room, Zhang Mouyi watched Su Qingying's stunned expression of disbelief, as if she had survived a catastrophe, on the monitor and calmly gave instructions to the sound effects teams in both soundstages.
"Internal playback, begin."
The next second, a line of dialogue, clear as day yet carrying the crackle of static, was precisely channeled into Su Qingying's ear through a tiny earpiece.
It was Jiang Ci's voice, processed to be filled with the pain and struggle of being eroded by demonic power.
Su Qingying's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She propped up her upper body and, facing the empty space before her, used all her strength to ask that line.
"Ye Chen... you're still alive... aren't you?"
In Soundstage A, Jiang Ci's performance became even more tragic with the injection of this line.
Joy.
The joy of being awakened.
And the doubled, excruciating pain from the demonic power's fierce backlash.
These two extreme emotions tore at him wildly, making his entire being exhibit a startling tension, as if he were about to be ripped in half.
This was not enough.
Jiang Ci's mind calculated coldly.
Simple pain could not form the closed loop of "Bad Ending Aesthetics"; there must be a new life born from destruction.
According to the script, Ye Chen's demon core had originally shattered, but a blessing in disguise activated the latent full-demon bloodline within his body.
Now, under the "summoning" of A Li's power of longing, this force began to be contested by his will.
The layers of his performance had to change.
The chaotic, disordered trembling of his body gradually began to exhibit a fixed rhythm.
Faint at first, but growing clearer and clearer.
Like a brand new, more powerful heart, beginning to beat within him. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
The ferocious black demonic patterns on his skin were no longer simply pitch black; dark golden lines of light began to seep through from within.
This was not simple recovery.
This was a complete, thorough reshaping, carrying an aura of both destruction and rebirth.
The madness and numbness in his eyes were replaced by a deeper, more powerful force, akin to an abyss.
In the Central Control Room, Zhang Mouyi was like a general commanding a vast army. His instructions, through different channels, were precisely delivered to every station.
"Soundstage B! Push the camera in! I want that tear of Su Qingying's hitting the back of her hand!"
"Soundstage A! Give me a close-up of the change in the demonic patterns on Jiang Ci's neck! Yes! That golden line!"
"Close the aperture half a stop! I want that divinity born from darkness!"
At the most critical moment of the reshaping process, the script's most core confession,
played simultaneously through the earpieces in both time periods.
The muscles in Su Qingying's cheek twitched slightly from the extreme emotion.
She wanted to smile, to respond to that promise, but the corners of her mouth uncontrollably turned downwards,
forming an arc even more heartbreaking than crying.
Tears then surged without warning from those eyes trying to smile,
streaming past the corners of her lips, bringing a taste of saltiness.
"I never thought about returning to the modern era. I was afraid I would never see you again."
This line, like a key, completely opened the door to Ye Chen's rebirth.
In Soundstage A, Jiang Ci's response, after processing, became steady and full of power.
"Live on."
A low reverberation came from his throat.
"Wait for me..."
"I will come to see you."
The moment the words fell.
An eerie silence descended upon both soundstages.
All the crew members, at this moment, forgot they were crew members.
They became the first audience, offering their heartbreak to this transcendent love story across time.
In Soundstage B, the sound recordist's assistant, a girl in her early twenties, quietly raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve.
In Soundstage A, the lighting technician stared at the monitor screen, even his breathing softened, afraid of disturbing that grand farewell and reunion.
And it was at this very moment, within Jiang Ci's mind, the cold system panel began a frenzied scrolling like never before.
[Ding! 'Transcendent Love Resonance' from Soundstage B Sound Recordist Assistant Li Li, Heartbreak Value +45!]
[Ding! 'Unresolved Injustice Resonance' from Soundstage A Lighting Technician Liu Yun, Heartbreak Value +55!]
[Ding! 'Heartache from Being Tortured' from Set Assistant Xiao Li, Heartbreak Value +68!]
[Ding! ...]
[Total Heartbreak Value Harvested: 648 points!]
[Final Lifespan Extension Gained: 90 days!]
[Current Heartbreak Value Balance: 5785 points]
[Remaining Lifespan: 1418 days 10 hours]
Feeling the increased Heartbreak Value balance and extended lifespan on the system panel.
Jiang Ci knew that this heart-wrenching love story spanning time and space was a success.
As Ye Chen completely mastered the demonic power.
The intensely oppressive cool-toned lighting in Soundstage A gradually faded.
A beam of light symbolizing rebirth, weak yet unwavering,
filtered through the gaps of the Divine Tree, precisely enveloping Jiang Ci.
He slowly rose from the muddy ground.
The demonic patterns on his body completely receded, and those crimson eyes regained their clarity.
But his entire aura was now completely different from the initially flamboyant and impulsive half-demon.
In the Central Control Room.
Zhang Mouyi stared at the two main monitor screens before him.
On the left screen was Su Qingying's A Li, sitting slumped on the ground, tear stains on her face, yet wearing a smile more heartbreaking than crying.
On the right screen was Jiang Ci's Ye Chen, bathed in light, reborn after a calamity, powerful and alone.
Zhang Mouyi's hand holding the walkie-talkie hung in mid-air, remaining silent for a full ten seconds.
He forgot to call "Cut."
He even unconsciously released the two glossy, polished walnuts he had been fidgeting with,
letting them clatter onto the control console with a "clack."
In his world, only those two perfect images on the monitor remained—one smiling through tears, one reborn after calamity.
He forgot to call "Cut."
The entire film set was waiting for that one word from him.
Finally, as if waking from a great dream, he roared into the microphone with a voice already hoarse.
"Cut!..."
"Pass!"
The two words seemed to lift some kind of restriction.
Within both soundstages, there was silence for three seconds.
Then.
Applause erupted without warning.
