[{"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-286":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},1297950,1723,"Chapter 286: This Sword Dances Only for You","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-286",286,"\u003Cp>The film's narrative arrived at Gaixia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a death island, completely surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera coldly looked down from high above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Han Army's tents stretched endlessly, like a black tide swallowing the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint light shining through each tent converged into a rope of light, strangling the insignificant patch of darkness at the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Chu Army camp, only a few sparks of nearly extinguished bonfires remained, clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience in the theater was yanked down from the clouds by an invisible giant hand and thrown brutally into the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intense feeling of weightlessness made some subconsciously grip the armrests of their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A film critic in the front row gasped, his pen tip scratching a harsh, long line across his notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave the audience absolutely no room to catch their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera slowly descended, pushing closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The focus landed on a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hand was covered in dark red chilblains and cracked, dried bloodstains, with black mud embedded under the fingernails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer the hand from the Hongmen Feast, the one that had casually toyed with the bronze wine vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hand was laboriously breaking a piece of military rations, hard as a rock, into two halves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One half was shoved into its own mouth, chewed mechanically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other half was extended towards the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera panned accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Black Steed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pitch-black warhorse hung its head, quietly nuzzling its master's arm with its cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not eat the dry ration, its moist nostrils puffing out two plumes of white steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci on the silver screen did not speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just pressed that half piece of ration even more forcefully against the Black Steed's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hero at the end of his road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his warhorse understood human nature, unwilling to share his last morsel of food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci sat in the front row, his mind unusually calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered filming this scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To capture Xiang Yu's hunger after being besieged for days, he had genuinely starved for a full day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That rock-hard military ration grated against his teeth, wind and snow poured into the gaps of his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every pore on his body screamed with cold and exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he couldn't tell if he was Jiang Ci or Xiang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only knew the Black Steed trembling in his embrace was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a strange sound faintly arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low hum seeped out from the surround sound speakers around the theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if thousands upon thousands of people, somewhere both extremely far and extremely near, were humming an ancient folk song in the most familiar hometown dialect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing had no fixed melody, intermittent, filled with static noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's... the Chu Songs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the front row, Professor Li from the history academia slowly removed his glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed hard on his temples, resisting some form of intangible mental attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Using the hometown dialect to break the army's morale... This is killing people, and even more, it's destroying their hearts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man's arm trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four cold characters from the books—'Chu Songs on All Sides'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, they transformed into the cruelest form of psychological warfare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing grew clearer and louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the silver screen, the ragged Chu Army soldiers, one after another, laid down their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They curled up on the ground, clutching their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yu, portrayed by Jiang Ci, sat quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning against the Black Steed, he raised his head, earnestly trying to discern the direction of the singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was the exhaustion of something burned to ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fought for too long, even the strength for hatred was spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding, detecting primary heartbreak emotional resonance.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Heartbreak Value +12.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding, detecting repressed heartbreak emotion... Heartbreak Value +8.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Jiang Ci's mind, the system's notification sounds sporadically chimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tent flap was suddenly thrown open, wind and snow pouring in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ji, portrayed by Zhao Yingfei, appeared at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore only a thin white garment, her pretty face pale from the cold in the wind and snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes that always held a shimmering smile now contained only a bottomless despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My King...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke, her voice hoarse, carrying a broken sob, yet it clearly reached every corner of the theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just two words instantly reddened the eyes of many audience members present in the cinema.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the silver screen, Jiang Ci's action of wiping his sword paused. He did not turn around, lacking even the strength to look back at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, an equally broken and hollow voice finally came from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I crossed the river with eight thousand of my brethren. Now, not a single one returns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What face do I have to see the elders of Jiangdong again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly set down his sword, propped himself up on the low table to stand, his body swaying before steadying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he turned around, that face no longer held exhaustion, but a kind of resigned, tragic acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked step by step towards Yu Ji, reached out, and gently touched her cold, damp cheek with his rough fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't cry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words carried a bitterness and tenderness the audience had never felt from him before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dawn... is about to break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci withdrew his hand, gazing emptily at the tent ceiling, murmuring to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For me... dance one last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei nodded through tears, the dam breaking completely at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew the long sword from Xiang Yu's waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword light rose!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chorus of 'Eight Thousand Souls' suddenly surged with passion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the silver screen, within the great tent amidst wind and snow, the sword dance was resolute. Yu Ji's tearful profile was illuminated by the candle flames, tragically beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at this very moment, her figure began to turn transparent, the image dissolving like ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlit scene of Wuzhong Market seeped out from behind her, gently swallowing her up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Xiang Yu, spirited and proud, was arguing with someone over that untamable Black Steed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head and saw the plainly dressed young girl who had come to shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera gave Jiang Ci a close-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his arrogance and defiance froze the moment he saw Zhao Yingfei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A daze of being struck by fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, these two shots briefly overlapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the theater, some female audience members covered their mouths to keep their sobs from escaping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the silver screen, the sword light on the left grew increasingly fierce—the resolve to go to one's death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man's gaze on the right shifted from shock to recognition, finally settling into a kind of gentle acceptance, as if the dust had settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first meeting, and also the final farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song used the cruelest editing to stitch together this world's most beautiful 'love at first sight'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with its most tragic 'life-and-death farewell' into the same frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That extreme sweetness and that extreme bitterness\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>interwove into an inescapable net, tightening brutally around the hearts of all the audience members in the theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the montage sequence ended, the camera refocused inside the great tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yu, portrayed by Jiang Ci, slowly lifted the tent flap and walked towards the boundless wind and snow outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him was Yu Ji's resolute sword dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him was the place where the souls of his eight thousand brethren would return, the already predetermined dead end.\u003C\u002Fp>",1246,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","8cc41c26ba9d66676a45ef96edd0a5a684cb8a46a884210202672d3208f7157d","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-287","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-285",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]