The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 25: This look in his eyes terrified even the top stars!

Jiang Ci stood quietly.

He wasn't looking at anyone.

His gaze fell upon the empty floor, his pupils having lost their focus.

That look seemed to pierce through the conference room floor, seeing beyond five hundred years of time, to that red-clad young woman who had resolutely marched to her death for the sake of all living beings.

In that instant, the vibrant aura belonging to Jiang Ci, this twenty-year-old youth, was completely drained away.

He was Chu Wuchen.

A lonely soul guarding an empty palace, guarding memories for five hundred years.

In the conference room, you could hear a pin drop.

The director took off his baseball cap, his body unconsciously leaning forward as he stared intently at Jiang Ci.

The muscles on the producer's face froze.

And Gu Huai, that always steady-as-a-mountain top-tier powerhouse,

for the first time, cracks appeared in his unperturbed eyes.

Jiang Ci's performance continued.

His gaze lifted extremely slowly from the floor, settling on the empty space ahead.

That look seemed to penetrate through walls, through time, seeing a red-clad figure only he could perceive.

Suddenly, a storm of epic proportions erupted in his eyes!

The ecstatic joy of recovering what was lost!

The madness of defying fate!

The obsession of wanting to crush that figure into his very bones and blood, to imprison her for eternity!

Various emotions so intense they reached their limits wildly clashed and burned in his eyes!

If there were a high-definition camera focused on his eyes at this moment, it would capture his pupils contracting and dilating at an inhuman frequency with violent intensity!

This required god-like control over his own emotions and facial muscles!

Gu Huai felt his scalp tingle.

He was an actor too, and he knew all too well what terrifying control it took to burst forth with such complex and uncontrolled emotions silently, relying solely on the eyes!

What kind of monster was this newcomer called Jiang Ci?!

Yet, this wasn't the end.

That overwhelming ecstasy lasted less than three seconds.

Three seconds later, all light extinguished completely in an instant.

Chu Wuchen's (Jiang Ci's) eyes returned to that compassionate yet indifferent dead stillness once more.

He remembered.

Remembered the heavenly secrets glimpsed when defying fate.

In this lifetime, she was fated to face a deadly calamity.

Just like five hundred years ago.

Everything he had done only meant she would die again, in a different way.

A trace of self-mockery so faint it was almost imperceptible flashed through Chu Wuchen's (Jiang Ci's) eyes.

He could clear mountains and seas for her, he could endure heavenly punishment for her, he could become enemies with the three realms for her.

Only, he couldn't change her fate.

He could only watch helplessly as she walked once more toward that moth-to-flame conclusion.

The pain of foreseeing tragedy, the numbness of returning to dead stillness, finally melted slowly in his eyes.

He looked ahead, his gaze containing indescribable tenderness, and also... eternal distance.

Chu Wuchen (Jiang Ci) raised his hand, fingertips trembling slightly, as if wanting to touch that vibrant face.

(Jiang Ci imagining Yun Xi's face from "Three Lifetimes Tribulation").

But within that short distance lay five hundred years of time and an unsolvable deadly calamity.

His arm ultimately fell powerlessly.

The performance ended.

Jiang Ci slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, transforming back into that clean, transparent young man.

He bowed once more toward the front.

"My performance is over."

The entire conference room fell into deathly silence.

The director silently opened his mouth.

Assistant Director Wang covered her mouth, her eyes having unknowingly turned completely red.

And Gu Huai.

This top-tier celebrity was clenching his fists tightly.

He looked at Jiang Ci, his eyes containing not only shock, but also a trace of... fear.

A fear of talent, coming from a fellow practitioner.

The three people at the conference table remained motionless.

"Tap."

It was the pen in the producer's hand, finally slipping from his stunned grasp and falling onto the carpet with a soft sound.

This soft sound instantly broke the frozen atmosphere in the conference room.

"Excellent!"

A loud roar came from the main seat!

The director abruptly stood up from his chair, rushed several steps to Jiang Ci, grabbed his shoulders tightly, and shook him vigorously.

"Excellent! So damn excellent!"

He snatched the script from the table, pointing at the three characters "Chu Wuchen."

"That five-hundred-year-old ghost from the script! You've pulled him right out of the paper!"

"Director... director..." Jiang Ci was being shaken so hard he felt like falling apart.

The man roared, "Good lad, Chu Wuchen is meant for you and no one else!"

He turned sharply to announce to the producer and Assistant Director Wang:

"It's him! The role of Chu Wuchen is his!"

The producer, as if awakening from a dream, picked up his pen and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! It's him! Whatever you say, director!"

Just kidding, with that performance just now, forget the third-tier celebrities waiting outside, even if Gu Huai himself performed it, he might not be able to portray that heart-wrenching broken feeling!

Assistant Director Wang was so excited her face flushed red, looking at Jiang Ci with near-worship in her eyes, finally understanding why Su Qingying would exceptionally recommend a newcomer.

"Contract! Assistant Director Wang, go prepare the contract immediately!" The producer reacted extremely quickly.

He was afraid that if he delayed even one second, this precious jade would be snatched away by another production team.

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away!" Assistant Director Wang turned and ran out.

Just then, a steady voice sounded.

"Wait a moment."

It was Gu Huai.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to Jiang Ci.

The conference room instantly fell silent again.

The director and producer both looked at him somewhat nervously.

This man was their drama's male lead, and also one of the biggest investors.

If he had any objections...

Gu Huai paid no attention to the others, he just looked at Jiang Ci, his expression complex.

He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, asking a question no one had expected.

"Just now... how did you do that?"

Jiang Ci was taken aback.

This again?

Could I tell you that I relied on a skill called "Complete Guide to Scumbag Quotes and Techniques" to learn and apply it on the spot?

I couldn't.

So, he could only once again pull out his ever-reliable universal excuse.

He slightly lowered his eyes, speaking in a tone tinged with melancholy and weariness:

"It's nothing, Teacher Gu. I just... remembered some things from the past."

This move again!

The "I have stories" technique, feared nowhere under heaven!

Sure enough, hearing this answer, the look in Gu Huai's eyes instantly changed.

The shock and inquiry in his eyes transformed into understanding and sympathy.

So that's how it was.

This young man, several years younger than him, who appeared clean and transparent—his past must have borne hardships unimaginable to ordinary people.

It was those hardships that forged his current acting skills.

A feeling of heroes appreciating heroes suddenly arose in Gu Huai's heart.

He didn't press further, just reached out and solemnly patted Jiang Ci's shoulder.

"You're very good."