[{"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-279":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},1297943,1723,"Chapter 279: One Line Decides Heaven and Earth","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-279",279,"\u003Cp>Wei Song’s words landed like a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t just speaking to the reporters; he was speaking to everyone in the hall,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and to every person online waiting for a spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line was brazen to the extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant Wei Song was staking decades of his industry reputation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to give Jiang Ci the most hardcore endorsement possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters’ area exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bespectacled reporter who had asked the question stood frozen with the microphone in hand, neither able to move nor sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backstage, Lin Wan watched the monitor and the scene unfold, a faint smile lifting the corner of her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song and Qin Feng, those two seasoned veterans, one playing the hard guy, the other playing the soft, were perfectly in sync.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were using their strongest posture to build Jiang Ci a higher, firmer stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host on stage reacted instantly, seizing the moment to steer the atmosphere toward even more excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like Director Wei and Teacher Qin are absolutely confident in Jiang Ci’s performance in the film!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If that’s the case, I’m sure everyone is very curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of performance could earn such praise from two industry titans?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So next…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host planned to ride the momentum into the next segment and flip past the awkwardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish, people in the audience’s rear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those paid media and anti-fans—seized the little crack in his words\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and poured gasoline on the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A louder, harsher chorus of jeers rose up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nice words! We want the real skill, not your commercial back-patting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah! All talk and no action is fake! If you’ve got it, do a scene right here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Show us what the five-hundred-million-investment lead actor can actually do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! Act something! Act something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no props or set, it all depended on the actor’s conviction and control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the highest-difficulty exam question for acting school — one wrong move and it becomes the butt of the whole room’s jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song’s face darkened in an instant; he moved to grab the microphone and use his directorial authority to forcibly shut down this bad vibe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand pressed on the back of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Qin Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song looked at him in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng said nothing, he simply sent a quiet encouraging signal in Jiang Ci’s direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a threshold Jiang Ci had to cross himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All explanations were pale, all endorsements were external force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this industry, actors must ultimately let their acting speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the mixed gazes of expectation, doubt, and malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people were less professional at heckling than the extras on The Lurker’s set; their jeers missed the mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, then he would shut them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unhurriedly unbuttoned the top button of his black suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he rolled his neck slightly; a soft click of bone echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was casual, even a touch lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the surrounding noise oddly shrank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone watched him, waiting to see what he would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not face the audience. Instead, he looked to the man beside him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng, who was just now holding a thermos and looking perfectly composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the dazzling stage lights lost their color; a single beam fell between the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a film emperor steeped in decades of sets, Qin Feng understood in a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No words were necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body reacted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The erect posture dipped into a stoop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put on a complex smile that mixed humility and ingratiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darted nervously, hands unconsciously rubbing at his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he became Duke of Pei Liu Bang, who had just walked into the Hongmen Feast tent with his life hanging by a thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s gaze started above Qin Feng’s head and moved down inch by inch, agonizingly slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cool contempt and appraisal, devoid of any emotion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was projected clearly onto everyone’s retinas through the giant screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience below—reporters and anti-fans alike—felt a nameless suffocating pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if each of them were standing at the center of the tent, awaiting fate’s verdict as Liu Bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the deathly silence, Jiang Ci spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was the easy, lazy kind of arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, the King of Guanzhong has arrived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words floated lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they hit like a thousand-pound weight, smashing into every heart in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loudest anti-fan leader froze, mouth agape, his expression locked;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the protest banner in his hand had somehow fallen to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone in the press pit reflexively raised a camera, but their finger froze over the shutter, unable to press it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They forgot to take photos. They forgot to record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present was stunned by the contempt hidden in that single line—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a disdain for the chaotic-era strongman that paralyzed the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On stage, Qin Feng, playing Liu Bang,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>met Jiang Ci’s stare and felt his entire aura condense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned every ounce of acting craft to release Liu Bang’s terror, resentment, and cunning without reservation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>colliding violently with that domineering force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in only two seconds, a chill ran up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart roared one inward thought: “This kid’s acting has improved since filming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci withdrew that gaze that could have flayed a person alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back, rebuttoned his suit with elegant composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, under the continued deathly silence, he sat back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young movie star in the black suit, expression impassive and unreadable, returned to the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten seconds passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if someone had pressed play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderous applause and uncontrollable screams erupted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My God! That performance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My goosebumps are going crazy! That look he gave me—my legs went weak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those reporters who had prepared piles of negative material, waiting for Jiang Ci’s fall,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now stared at the drafts on their laptops feeling all their words were pale and powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backstage, Lin Wan exhaled in a long, relieved breath and relaxed into her chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her assistant beside her was flushed with excitement, babbling incoherently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin… Director Lin! We won! We won!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On site,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>media response was astonishingly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless articles went out at once; the headlines were no longer skeptical or neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They coalesced into a unified, emotionally charged exclamation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>#After Jiang Ci, There Is No More Hegemon#\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as this roadshow was pushing toward a climactic, divine reversal,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the giant screen suddenly went dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a stirring, tragic drumbeat began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The logo for The Legend of Han and Chu appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final trailer, at a moment no one expected, began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of cavalry charging, clashes of blade and sword, power struggles colliding…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rapid succession of cinematic images flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brutality of the Battle of Pengcheng, the danger of the Hongmen Feast, the desolation of the Siege of Gaixia…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, all the scenes faded to silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen remained only a blood-soaked riverbank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A solitary figure lay with a sword across his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frame froze at the moment he fell, that geyser of red\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>became the trailer’s most striking color.\u003C\u002Fp>",1182,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","01b5b7f82744bf1ccc370956ae8a85a14f79e2ad59d2ebe2f40563c706291aa6","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-280","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-278",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]