[{"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-132":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},1297696,1723,"Chapter 132: An Imaginary Performance—Hunting Down Liu Bang!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>Wei Song's voice echoed through the vast film set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question plunged the set, which had just fallen silent due to the director's fury, into another kind of oppressive high pressure, even more suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's gaze once again focused on that young actor who had hardly spoken a word from beginning to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all wanted to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How an \"empty\" character could portray \"substantial\" desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci sat on that prop throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his ears, the deafening music of the bianzhong bells, the rough shouts of the soldiers, the clamor of clinking cups and plates... all sounds began to fade away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He actively blocked out everything from the outside world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A huge regret that ran through the entire Battle of Pengcheng, yet was glossed over in the script with a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one and only prey that had slipped through his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even need to deliberately think about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That figure, clad in armor yet running faster than a rabbit, appeared clearly on the canvas of his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's fingertip trembled slightly on the cold bronze armrest of the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"flaw\"... was found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song behind the monitor pressed the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Action!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command was given, like the crack of a starting pistol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the atmosphere in the great hall was completely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That group of background actors and supporting actors playing the soldiers thoroughly implemented Wei Song's instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer secretly observed the person on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes held only the wine cups raised to each other, the piles of meat on the low tables, only the naked desire for future rewards and wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They loudly played drinking games, crudely discussed the newly acquired beauties in the city, shoved each other over a disagreement, erupting in uproarious laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remained still as a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was the eye of the storm, the calm center of this tempest of human nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside him, a monstrous tidal wave was raging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Camera A! Camera A, push in! Push to an extreme close-up of his face!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song's voice roared through the internal channel into the cinematographer's headset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cinematographer personally operated the crane, the massive camera slowly pushing towards Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer and closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the monitor, Jiang Ci's pale face filled the entire screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song and the cinematographer beside him almost simultaneously held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right there on that huge high-definition screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clearly saw Jiang Ci's eyeballs begin an extremely slight and precise movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze tracked an \"shadow\" that no one else could see, moving through the midst of this reveling crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes passed over the shoulder of a general who was drinking heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paused for half a second behind that general, behind a huge coiling dragon pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lens captured a terrifying detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corner of Jiang Ci's mouth twitched upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a muscular spasm, an undisguised, cat-and-mouse-like mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began to accelerate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scanning irregularly left and right within an extremely small range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That invisible \"shadow\" was scrambling and crawling in panic through the gaps in the crowd, desperately trying to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his gaze was the raptor toying with its prey, accurately anticipating each of the other's panicked, scrambling movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, that \"shadow\" seemed to have found an exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's gaze followed, moving smoothly, slowly lifting, finally fixing on the wide-open entrance of the great hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched as that \"shadow\" fled the hall in panic, disappearing into the endless darkness outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process lasted only about ten seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Wei Song's mouth hung open, the script in his hand falling to the floor unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed... to have truly seen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seen that disheveled, panicked, fleeing Liu Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another detail was captured by Qin Feng in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's hand resting on the throne's armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers were unconsciously, rhythmically, lightly tapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rhythm wasn't fast, carrying a kind of heart-palpitating calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang Ci's gaze finally fixed on the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tapping stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final tap was soft, yet carried a sense of finality, like the closing of a coffin lid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng's fingers gripping his thermos cup suddenly tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood very well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment just now, Jiang Ci had, in his own mental world, genuinely and completely carried out a pursuit and humiliation of his sworn enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the great hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei, being the closest to Jiang Ci, was the only one who personally felt that terrifying aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had originally been sitting there quietly, using her own \"stillness\" to echo Xiang Yu's \"emptiness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold aura, carrying tangible killing intent, silently spread from the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei's back instantly broke out in a dense layer of goosebumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was actually already over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang Ci's gaze withdrew from the entrance, all the phantoms and killing intent in his eyes completely faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes returned to their previous emptiness and dullness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if that soul-stirring mental pursuit had never happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film set was still operating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music was playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The background actors were making noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera was still silently recording.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song stared intently at the playback on the monitor, watching that ten-second close-up over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forgot his identity as director.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forgot to call \"CUT.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The actors in the great hall began to feel at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the script, the captured general had already been dragged out, the toasts had been said, what were they supposed to do next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boisterous atmosphere, having lost the support of the plot, began to turn awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the background actors' laughter even carried a sense of bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire set fell into a bizarre state of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, unusually serious reminder sounded beside the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough, Director Wei.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Qin Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had somehow come to stand behind Wei Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't looking at the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was fixed intently on Jiang Ci, who still sat motionless on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep shooting like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng spoke word by word, extremely slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This kid's soul will really get trapped in there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song jolted violently, as if waking from a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he lift his head to look at Jiang Ci on the set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That young man still maintained Xiang Yu's sitting posture, but his face was a nearly drained pallor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of indescribable, chilling fear surged in Wei Song's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CUT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CUT!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a wrap! All of it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was like a pardon for the entire set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song stood up from his chair, looking at Jiang Ci on the monitor, who was slowly regaining his vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at Qin Feng beside him, whose expression was grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made a decision that no one expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the walkie-talkie again, and this time, his voice broadcast throughout the entire set, carrying an unquestionable finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I announce!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The 'Victory Banquet' scenes are all wrapped!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Starting tomorrow, the entire crew moves to the next stage!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prepare for the most core battle scene of the entire film – the action sequences for the Battle of Pengcheng!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1252,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","5907bb134515c1808c73fed85cf992e848550b2f943bcde6acf342bc2b5b4038","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-133","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-131",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]