[{"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-114":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},1297678,1723,"Chapter 114: Prologue to the “Formation Dance”!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>Special Introduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at those four words, and his heart, which had sunk due to his mother's phone call, was lifted once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not a clueless newcomer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the premiere of a major, star-studded production, for a supporting character to be bestowed with the title of \"Special Introduction\"...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood all too well what that meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant the production company and Lin Wan were starting to place their bets on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also meant that on the day of the premiere, he would no longer be a dispensable piece of the background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be camera shots and attention, along with media curiosity and scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of this was fertile ground for harvesting Heartbreak Value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, when they saw that white-clad General on the silver screen, looking back amidst a sea of ten thousand soldiers before resolutely marching to his death...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling of being shocked, of being pierced, would strike them all the more violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Spring Festival approached, the atmosphere on set also began to feel somewhat restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's hearts were already racing homeward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song ultimately made the final decision: shoot the last major scene before the New Year on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the entire crew would go on holiday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would reconvene and resume work on the eighth day of the first lunar month of the new year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This decision elicited a burst of suppressed cheers from the entire crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, when the call sheet for the final scene was distributed, that cheer was replaced by a heavy sense of pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closing battle before the New Year was a solo dance belonging solely to \"Yu Ji.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene's name: \"Prayer for Blessings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere on set was unprecedentedly solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The set had already been constructed—a vast, empty military tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the tent, there were no superfluous furnishings. Only the ground was covered by a massive carpet painted with intricate constellations and ancient totems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei stood alone in the center of the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had changed into a red dress as vivid as blood, her feet bare, her jet-black hair cascading down, making her face appear even paler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her hands, she held several ancient copper coins and a piece of tortoise shell with cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Wei Song's requirements,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene required Zhao Yingfei to use dance to portray Yu Ji performing an ancient divination ritual to pray for blessings for her lover fighting far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ultimately, to foresee the tragic future—the blood-soaked battlefield, the Chu Songs closing in from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not merely a dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time the character Yu Ji glimpsed the cruelty of fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the great tent, Jiang Ci, dressed in Xiang Yu's black everyday clothes, stood quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His task was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the supporting actor, he only needed to lift the tent flap and walk inside after Zhao Yingfei completed the entire dance sequence, giving her his reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in the shadows, like a true spectator, his gaze passing through the half-open tent flap, quietly watching that solitary, crimson figure inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song sat behind the monitor, holding the walkie-talkie, making the final confirmations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lighting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sound.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Camera.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song did not call \"Action.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply gave a slight nod towards Zhao Yingfei inside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The filming began silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the tent, Zhao Yingfei moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly knelt down in the center of the constellation map, closed her eyes, pressed her palms together, and held the tortoise shell and copper coins against her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The initial dance was graceful and beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full of a maiden's purest blessings and prayers for her beloved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of her movements carried a ritualistic piety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms extended, tracing elegant arcs—pleading to heaven and earth for safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her waist swayed gently, like willow branches trembling in the wind—voicing endless longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci watched from outside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Zhao Yingfei's dance, he could see no trace of performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She *was* Yu Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman using her purest soul to pray for blessings for the man in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the dance progressed, she began the \"divination.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently scattered the copper coins in her hand onto the tortoise shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp *clink*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dance changed abruptly at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous grace and prayer vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It transformed into a rapid, sharp rhythm, full of struggle and unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body began to tremble slightly, as if resisting something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dance movements were no longer fluid; they became twisted and painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out her hand again and again, trying to grasp something, only to fail each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if in that void before her eyes, she saw an utterly terrifying, unacceptable vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the tent, Jiang Ci's entire posture changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no longer that casual supporting actor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on that frantically dancing crimson figure inside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Zhao Yingfei's dance, he saw what he most desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimate sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerless resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a destruction already foreordained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dance was the prologue to the ultimate finishing move he had designed for the entire film—the Po Zhen Wu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Wei Song and all the staff had long since held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cinematography was full of oppressive tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the interplay of light and shadow, Zhao Yingfei's stunningly beautiful face was covered in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of her movements, from the uncontrollable trembling of her fingertips to the violent convulsions of her body, was saturated with the despair of foreseeing tragedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was wrestling with fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance reached its climax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei suddenly flung up her hand, mustering all her strength to hurl that tortoise shell bearing the ominous omen fiercely onto the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Crack!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp shattering sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tortoise shell split as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hideous crack ran across it, presenting an irredeemable, dire omen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That frantically dancing crimson figure came to an abrupt halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei slowly collapsed to sit on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did she let out any hysterical screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knelt before the shattered tortoise shell, all color drained from her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes held endless emptiness and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Wei Song's body trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it was time now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made a gesture to the Assistant Director beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Assistant Director immediately understood and gave a slight signal to Jiang Ci outside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time for him to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Xiang Yu he portrayed lifted the flap and entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hegemon, covered in the dust of travel, looked at his beloved woman, kneeling despondently on the cold carpet, the shattered divination objects before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even have time to remove his armor. He strode forward quickly and grasped her icy body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yu Ji!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei's body shuddered violently at his touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly raised her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure was reflected once more in those empty eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, they brimmed with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't speak, only clutching Xiang Yu's arm with a death grip, her nails almost digging into his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all her strength, trembling, she uttered that line soaked in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I saw...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was broken, out of tune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So much blood...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CUT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song shot up from his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a wrap! It's a wrap!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the image on the monitor—those two figures clinging tightly to each other,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desperate tear stains on the woman's face, and the shock and heartache on the man's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling was absolutely perfect!\u003C\u002Fp>",1272,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","3fa1fa3b21daafc3c0c6cbe8a165a445f5b5ebeba781983261a06c03f4b5d49f","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-115","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-113",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]