[{"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-277":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},1297941,1723,"Chapter 277: The Hegemon Marches Forth, His Edge Fully Revealed","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-277",277,"\u003Cp>The fourth day of his forced vacation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci no longer wandered aimlessly around the courtyard like a lost, soulless ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During breakfast, he calmly finished a bowl of plain congee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting down the bowl, he made a request to Lin Wan sitting across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister Wan, I want to use the gym.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan looked up, her gaze shifting away from the magazine in her hands to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several days of forced rest, the sickly gloom that had clung to him from Shen Qingyuan had dissipated considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the entire person still exuded a weak, scholarly air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The basement, open twenty-four hours,\" Lin Wan approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping inside, the crisp air immediately sharpened Jiang Ci's spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't head straight for the cold equipment, first spending half an hour warming up on the treadmill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he summoned the system panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Physical Optimization LV1】.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This skill, in his past filming,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had mostly been used to cope with the physical exertion of fight scenes and running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's goal was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted, in the shortest time possible, to shed Shen Qingyuan's sickly thinness\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and once again reclaim the spirit and vigor that belonged to Xiang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked towards the squat rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight on the barbell started at a number difficult for an ordinary person to bear, then continuously increased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat quickly soaked through his back, dripping down his jawline to strike the floor one drop at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sore, swollen feeling brought by lactic acid almost threatened to drown his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, on Jiang Ci's face, not a trace of pain could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary, within this extreme physical torment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his spirit, which had become scattered from idleness, was regaining its sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the study on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan was quietly watching everything happening in the basement through the split-screen monitor on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, Jiang Ci was performing high-intensity deadlifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each exertion, the muscle lines on his back tensed and bulged, outlining a startling silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't training for the visually aesthetic \"bodybuilding\" common in gyms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every movement of his training—bench press, pull-ups, rows… all pointed towards the most primitive explosive power and combativeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his muscles engorged and swelled, that gentle, slow-moving youth who quietly drank congee at the dining table was disappearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primal, aggressive sense of power belonging to a male creature was gradually emerging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night before the roadshow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan lifted the ban on the villa's home theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci walked in alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the giant screen played nothing else but that classic masterpiece in Chinese cinematic history, *The Farewell My Concubine*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw Cheng Dieyi on the screen, face painted with heavy stage makeup,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shouting with maddened obsession, \"Being off by a year, a month, a day, even an hour… none of that counts as a lifetime,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not a single ripple appeared in Jiang Ci's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was watching \"Yu Ji,\" but thinking of the \"Hegemon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze locked onto the Duan Xiaolou played by the veteran actor on screen, but his brow furrowed tighter and tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The performance was near perfect, but that was the Hegemon within the \"drama,\" the stylized embodiment on the Peking Opera stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Jiang Ci sought was the \"person\" stripped of makeup, standing by the Wu River's edge, left with nothing but boundless desolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was peeling away those formulaic performances, analyzing their core,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>searching for a gait, center of gravity, and gaze belonging to a hero at his end that a modern audience could empathize with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he turned off the video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a final act of \"spiritual synchronization.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted his body to completely forget Shen Qingyuan and remember anew that Hegemon of ages past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early morning of the seventh day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist, shining into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several black entourage vans came to a silent stop at the villa's entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The country's top-tier celebrity styling team had arrived at Xishan Yihao Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they brought were not the latest runway pieces from major luxury brands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they were several suits of high-end custom tailoring, sealed within protective dust bags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cut of these suits was extremely sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the industry, this style had earned a very fitting name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thug Suits.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief stylist was a refined man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a makeup brush, intending to perform an artistic creation on Jiang Ci's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In today's entertainment industry, the popular look is the flawless, delicate idol makeup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher Jiang, your skin's base is excellent. We'll just brighten your complexion a bit, then draw in some aegyosal…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, Jiang Ci raised a hand to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unnecessary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just look sharp and spirited is enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hairstylist took over the task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used hair gel to comb back and fix all of Jiang Ci's slightly long bangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that full, smooth forehead was completely exposed to the air,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>something sealed by that gentle exterior was utterly released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That college student wearing linen loungewear, holding a teacup, appearing gentle and harmless… had completely vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou was holding a cup of hot coffee, so nervous his palms were sweating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still hadn't dared to look Jiang Ci directly in the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days, Ci-ge seemed like a different person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even wondered if Ci-ge might have actually developed some psychological illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his thoughts ran wild,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a series of heavy, powerful footsteps sounded from the spiral staircase on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound carried the oppressive presence of a large predator, pacing unhurriedly into its own territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou subconsciously looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just one glance, the coffee cup in his hand trembled, spilling scalding liquid onto the back of his hand and his pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained completely unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the staircase, a man was slowly descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a sharply tailored, pure black three-piece suit,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his tie impeccably knotted, accentuating his broad shoulders, long legs, and upright posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face was clearly still Jiang Ci's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the impression it gave was entirely of another person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of oppression tinged with the scent of blood washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's pupils abruptly constricted, his mind going blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coffee cup in his hand trembled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>scalding liquid splashing onto his pants,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet he felt no pain whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the impact of the person before him was far more violent than any burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face was still Jiang Ci's face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the Ci-ge from a few days ago, who stared blankly at roses, exuding an aura of dejection, was utterly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's mouth hung open, his throat dry. After a long moment, he managed to squeeze out a stammering sentence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci… Ci-ge? You… you're not going to a roadshow, are you planning to reclaim the kingdom?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan put down the script she was polishing, looked her \"creation\" up and down, and finally revealed a satisfied smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This shell is sharp enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You may march forth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci descended the final step, giving a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to the sofa, picking up the long, pure black trench coat that had been prepared long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his wrist, the coat drew an arc through the air, settling steadily over his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>",1223,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","872b1bc05fb228c7b9c7a50aa521c80195a9ab6c48021fe3ca6a4e7bab58c9c5","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-278","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-276",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]