[{"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-131":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},1297695,1723,"Chapter 131: The Tyrant’s Boredom","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-131",131,"\u003Cp>Wei Song's single command of \"Action\" instantly ignited the entire \"Pengcheng Great Hall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pre-set clamor flooded every inch of space in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of background actors playing the Chu Army soldiers raised their bronze wine vessels high, erupting into cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Long live the Great King!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sweep across the world! Unify the Hegemony!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chime bells and large drums were struck forcefully, the ancient, majestic music mingling with rough, hearty laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, at the very center of this fervor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, portraying Xiang Yu, sat alone upon the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seat was too massive, making his figure appear solitary and lonely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no triumphant spirit of a victor, no ecstatic joy of ruling the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat there, expressionless, isolated from the boiling human commotion within the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veteran actor Huang Shengqiu, playing the role of Honored Father Fan Zeng, stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the script, he delivered a brilliantly worded toast in an impassioned tone, extolling Xiang Yu's unparalleled achievements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations, Great King! Thirty thousand iron cavalry shattered an enemy force of five hundred and sixty thousand! This is an unprecedented, miraculous feat through the ages!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding soldiers erupted once more in echoing shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci on the throne didn't even look at him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Huang Shengqiu raised his wine cup high did Jiang Ci make his first movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was extremely slow. He lifted his hand and picked up the bronze wine cup from the low table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought the cup to his lips and took a symbolic sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he set it down gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clink.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp sound of metal on metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the precise on-site audio equipment, this sound pierced through all the noise, reaching everyone's ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, it caused a momentary freeze in the hall's clamor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The featured actors closest to the throne were the first to feel this suffocating \"anti-acting\" aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smiles on their faces stiffened at the corners of their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheers that had just been roaring deafeningly weakened involuntarily, becoming awkward and hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were \"acting\" happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the person on the throne, he was acting \"bored.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this stark contrast, their performance appeared ridiculous and laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song didn't call \"Cut.\" Instead, he trembled with excitement, grabbing the arm of the cinematographer beside him, lowering his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Push in! Give me a close-up on him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Push in on his hand! Yes! That hand, the one that set down the wine cup!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, Jiang Ci's fingers were slender and pale, resting on the cold bronze vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sense of utter boredom, of finding even lifting it a little more an unnecessary bother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all there, in those slightly curled fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get it! Get all of it!\" Wei Song's voice was filled with exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a corner, set apart from the clamoring ministers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei, playing Yu Ji, sat quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no lines, no movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the entire great hall, she was the only one not participating in that false revelry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her very existence was a form of resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the sea of bobbing heads, across the hypocritical laughter and chatter, she quietly watched the man on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her stillness was the only frequency within the full hall's uproar that could resonate with his \"emptiness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the plot advanced to the next scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A captured general, bound tightly, was escorted before the hall by two soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the original, unmodified script, Xiang Yu would fly into a rage here, listing the captive's crimes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then order his immediate execution on the spot, using blood to liven up the victory banquet and display his formidable majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The actor playing the captured general was fully prepared, with the blood-splatter prop for his neck already in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was roughly shoved to the ground, prostrating himself at Xiang Yu's feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the great hall, the music and laughter ceased. Everyone's gaze focused here, awaiting a bloody slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci on the throne finally showed a slight reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his gaze and looked at the captive general on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No anger, no killing intent, not even any emotional fluctuation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyebrows didn't even twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't feel like he was looking at an enemy whose life he was deciding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uttering two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drag him out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was light, yet it carried an extreme indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This indifference was more chilling than any meticulously designed brutality or cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The actor playing the captured general was completely dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His prepared lengthy plea for mercy, his tearful expression, his death scream upon execution...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All rendered useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knelt there dazedly, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rhythm was completely disrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two soldier actors holding him also looked bewildered, unsure whether to drag him or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere of the entire victory banquet was sliding from \"fervor\" toward \"absurdity\" at a bizarre speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Wei Song's voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no trace of anger in that voice; instead, it held a sigh of extreme satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up from behind the monitor, a look of utter exhilaration on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! Yes! This is it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Jiang Ci, who looked bewildered, as if gazing at a priceless treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the exact flavor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he spun around sharply, facing all the other actors on set, the smile vanishing from his face instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All the rest of you, you're all wrong!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the background actors and supporting actors still maintaining their stiff smiles, cursing angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing? You're 'acting' celebration! You're waiting for him to react!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he, he is 'becoming' boredom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not even on the same frequency! Your performance is fake!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song's roar echoed in the empty great hall. Everyone lowered their heads, chastised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your task is not to cater to his boredom, not to observe his loneliness!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked up to the group of actors playing the soldiers, pointing at their noses one by one, roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You need to completely 'ignore' his boredom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are a pack of starving wolves who just won a great victory, ready to divide the spoils! You are a mob of victorious maniacs who see nothing but money, land, and women!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What your king is thinking, you don't care about at all! And you don't understand it at all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His loneliness belongs to him alone! It has nothing to do with any of you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You just revel! Just make noise! The louder, the rowdier, the more ignorant you are, the better you set off his loneliness! Do you understand?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his speech, the entire set fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the actors wore thoughtful expressions on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song, panting heavily, walked back behind the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared fixedly at the monitor, at Jiang Ci's face, which still held little expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"boredom\" presented on that face had already exceeded his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wanted more than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the walkie-talkie. This time, the instruction was for Jiang Ci alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song's voice came clearly through the earpiece to Jiang Ci's ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You gave me the 'boredom' I wanted. Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, give me one more thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke slowly, each word carrying a sense of guidance and enticement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right at the peak of this boredom, the most tedious moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me a 'crack.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A crack only you know about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me, what was Xiang Yu really thinking at that moment?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1258,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","fce6be3bb14246b45184694db524553a09250c42de51e6f81bf158b13961edc2","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-132","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-130",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]