Max-Level Fake Death: I Made the Tyrant Weep

Yan Wujiao transmigrated into the body of an insensate patient in a vegetative state. To wake up, he bound himself to the Tragedy-Creating System.

As long as he used a secret identity to save future imperial powerhouses, then died in a spectacular fashion, he could earn faith points.

And so

A defective boy who couldn't feel pain took a fatal poison barb meant for a brutal marshal and shattered into a shower of crystal fragments.

A blind star diviner spent his life warning the interstellar fleet of danger, dying amid the abyssal tides.

A doctor suffering from severe hallucinations locked himself inside a high-temperature incinerator and smiled as he died.

Yan Wujiao munched on potato chips in the System's back end, watching the big shots weep for him as he gleefully counted his points.

Once he'd earned enough points, his real body woke up, and he planned to coast through life doing nothing.

Who could have guessed that a universe-wide viewing screen would suddenly appear, forcing the entire interstellar world to relive the heroes' tragic deaths?

The big shots' eyes were red with grief. Before they could even shed a tear, the screen changed scenes.

Everyone across the stars saw the black-haired boy lounging with his legs crossed in the back end, complaining: "Was that death scene beautiful enough? The marshal's tears were so easy to get. Points in the bag!"

The whole empire: ???

The brutal marshal kicked open his door and pinned him in a corner, his eyes bloodshot. "You tricked me five times. Was it fun?"

Yan Wujiao: ...Is it too late to play dead? I'm waiting for an answer here, and it's kind of urgent!