[{"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-285":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},1297949,1723,"Chapter 285: Public Screening of *The Legend of Han and Chu*","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-285",285,"\u003Cp>The moment the lights went out, the screening room was swallowed by complete darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in the center of the massive screen, that bright red dragon logo flickered, like some kind of warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air conditioning was set a bit too high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few female reporters in the front row wearing short skirts subconsciously rubbed their arms, which were covered in goosebumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one paid it any mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BOOM—!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous roar, like a muffled explosion, violently erupted from the four corners of the screening room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the third row, the bespectacled young man who was holding his phone editing a \"Hegemon-brand vernier caliper\" joke, his hand jerked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone slipped from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slammed heavily onto the bridge of his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsss...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hissed in pain, just about to bend down to pick it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his movement froze mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No grand aerial shots, no expository narration,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No so-called epic, melodious score.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single eye that occupied the twenty-meter giant screen, so huge it was unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyeball was covered in a spiderweb of red blood vessels, surrounded by a ring of deathly gray, murky haze around the pupil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smear of long-dried, blackened blood crust hung from the corner of the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It trailed down along the sharp contours of the cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Xiang Yu's eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also Jiang Ci's eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera slowly pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black and gold heavy armor, tattered and broken, hung with shredded flesh of unknown allegiance, friend or foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Julu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the distance came the faint, barely-there wails of dying wounded soldiers, a sound that set teeth on edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's portrayal of Xiang Yu simply stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding in his hand that bronze long sword that had been mocked online as an \"aluminum alloy toy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was already curled and chipped, full of notches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drip.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, viscous blood plasma dripped from the sword tip, splattering into the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mountain of corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sea of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bespectacled boy's mouth hung open, the red mark on his nose bridge still throbbing faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not a single word could escape his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to quip, \"That sword looks pretty light.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the muscles in his face were stiff, completely disobedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the same straight guy who asked if the foam sword was heavy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the same actor who earnestly lectured fans about history during the Star City roadshow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An inexplicable chill shot straight to the crown of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the banks of the Zhang River, the wind howled like knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torrential river water crashed against the shore, emitting a deafening roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stood upon a high platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sword in hand, only holding a dark, heavy wine vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at the tens of thousands of Chu sons below the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wrist turned over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine poured out, offered as a libation to this land about to drink blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clang.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine vessel was casually tossed from the high platform, rolling into the muddy dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze crossed the great river, nailing itself to the endless, continuous black banners of the Qin Army on the opposite shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiiing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long sword left its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was agonizingly slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the instant the sword tip pointed towards the sky, that weary man vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Within three days!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we do not break the Qin Army, we shall die together here!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This roar had undergone no audio polishing or enhancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritty, rough, carrying a strong, pungent scent of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It exploded over the scalps of the hundreds in the screening room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the audience, a young female film critic's nails dug deep into her palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she forgot to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt she wasn't sitting in a leather sofa now, but standing on that bitterly cold, wind-whipped bank of the Zhang River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was one of those tens of thousands of Chu soldiers forced into a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no choice but to stake their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only five minutes into the opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire screening room was utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the previous mockery, derision, the mentality of waiting to see a joke,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frozen into powder by this overwhelming tide of tragic grandeur, then crushed underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An inexplicable sense of shame flooded their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they really treated such a hero, burning his soul in a desperate situation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As mere after-dinner amusement?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plot advanced with extreme speed, like war drums urging troops onward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene cut to Xianyang Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng's portrayal of Liu Bang made his entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disheveled attire, a monkey dressed in royal robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scurried about the empty great hall, stuffing golden goblets into his robes at the sight of them, his feet rooted to the spot at the sight of palace maids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greed and vulgarity of a street ruffian formed a devastatingly stark contrast with Xiang Yu's divine, tragic grandeur from moments before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is... the Han Dynasty's founding emperor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone murmured in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next second, Qin Feng's eyes changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Zhang Liang's light cough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The murky lust in Liu Bang's eyes instantly receded, replaced by a shrewdness and calculation that chilled the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the front row, Professor Li, who specialized in etiquette systems, lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good... very good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man's voice trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One is in the clouds, a god; the other is in the mire, a man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A god is destined to fall; only those who wallow in the mud can survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main event arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hongmen Feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That celebration banquet after the great victory at Pengcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the history books, this was the Hegemon's life's highlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the silver screen, Jiang Ci sat on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surroundings were a cacophony of voices, the revelry of victors, a feast for the generals dividing the spoils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting at the highest point, becoming a solitary island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's face held no expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even those eyes had any focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His slender fingers idly played with a bronze wine cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertips rubbed against the rough patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't admiring spoils of war; it was more like fiddling with a meaningless piece of garbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two words weren't spoken, yet they were deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That emptiness after being peerless in the world, that loneliness of looking around with a sword in hand but finding nothing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowed down from the silver screen, drowning every audience member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bespectacled boy suddenly felt his nose sting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the afternoon after the college entrance exams ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Studying desperately, finally finished the exams, thinking he'd go crazy, wild with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, walking out of the exam hall, looking at the empty school gates,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart held only a vast, unfillable void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Jiang Ci was portraying was exactly this feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And amplified countless times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the ultimate loneliness belonging to the God of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, the King of Guanzhong has arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Bang entered the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't even straighten his posture, didn't even look at him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely lazily lifted his eyelids a crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That line, light as a feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet heavy as a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrogance carved into the bone marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yu never considered Liu Bang an opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He isn't stupid...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A veteran film critic in the back row took off his glasses, wiped the corner of his eye, his pen tip scratching rapidly across the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is too high up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too high to bother bending down, too high to see the dirty ants beneath his feet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, Fan Kuai burst into the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Chun's portrayal of Fan Kuai, eating raw pork, mouth full of blood, eyes like bronze bells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint glimmer finally lit up in those dead eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the appreciation a beast shows upon seeing its own kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only a glimmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his hand, dismissing an interesting street performer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casually uttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered Fan Kuai's ferocious, sky-piercing courage into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Li was so agitated his beard trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed his companion's arm beside him, lowering his voice to a fierce whisper:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Hongmen Feast! This is the Hegemon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They got it all wrong before! Xiang Yu didn't spare Liu Bang out of soft-heartedness, but out of disdain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would a divine dragon guard against a rat in the gutter?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway through the plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmospheric pressure in the screening room had dropped to a suffocating critical point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That net named \"Destiny\" was silently tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew the ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knew Xiang Yu would die, knew this arrogant, peerless man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would ultimately fall in the cold wind of the Wu River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But precisely because they knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the man on the screen who still stood at the peak, utterly ignorant of his fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sense of tragedy became so intense it made one want to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching a flower bloom to its absolute peak with open eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awaiting that inevitable...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scattering into mud.\u003C\u002Fp>",1545,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","01c500ebe38806d4865c56018db22c35c67537e1316bf085b252290691cf0d42","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-286","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-284",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]