[{"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-287":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},1297951,1723,"Chapter 287: Yu Xi, Yu Xi, What Can I Do With You?","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-287",287,"\u003Cp>On the screen, inside the great tent where blizzards and mournful songs intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, portraying Xiang Yu, finally uttered the line that was already predestined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yu Ji, do you have any regrets?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the theater, the previously rising and falling, suppressed sobs came to a strange, eerie halt at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience below held their breath, awaiting that final verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei, portraying Yu Ji, shook her head with heartbreaking sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On that face streaked with tears and bloodstains, she managed to pull out a smile of the utmost pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This concubine follows the Great King, without regret in life or death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air in the theater froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suppressed sobs instantly spiraled out of control, transforming into widespread, choked weeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the third row, the bespectacled young man from earlier felt as if he'd been punched square in the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears welled up without warning, cascading madly down his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His glasses lenses fogged up instantly. Flustered, he took them off,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>haphazardly wiping them with his sleeve, his movements utterly disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The companion beside him, who had been constantly poking at his phone screen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was now also crying, shoulders heaving with each sob, his whole body curled up in the seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier joy of playing with memes had now completely transformed into sharp, piercing pain, striking straight to the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera gave a close-up of the long sword in Yu Ji's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the flickering candle flames, the blade gleamed with a chilling light, a tiny nick clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a mark left from the recent clash with armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at this moment did the audience in the theater truly realize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a warrior's weapon, a true, blood-drinking instrument of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei's \"Dance to Break Formations\" began once more, sword energy crisscrossing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every swing of the blade carried the desperate, frenzied resolve to sever Destiny itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance reached its climax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei spun, the blade of the long sword in her hand lightly tracing across her own arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was too fast, too decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, a streak of blood, enhanced by special effects, instantly bloomed, staining her plain white dance attire crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of low gasps erupted in the theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This glaring splash of blood instantly ratcheted the tragic tension of the entire scene to its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Jiang Ci's mind, the system notification tones were no longer delivered one by one, but merged into a sharp, urgent, nearly out-of-control torrent of alarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Collective Extreme Heartbreak Alert! Heartbreak Value +55!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Intense Empathetic Heartbreak Alert! Heartbreak Value +68!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Devastating Tragic Resonance Alert! Heartbreak Value +82!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's Xiang Yu finally moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed in from outside the tent, arriving belatedly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and from behind, wrapped his arms tightly around the figure intent on seeking death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of that embrace was so immense that even through the screen, the audience could almost feel the dull sound of bones being squeezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yu's trembling back occupied the entire frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless viewers at this moment suddenly remembered the figure from hours earlier on the red carpet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the one who had taken a lonely half-step back, refusing to shake hands with \"Liu Bang.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it wasn't arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was loneliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, he was about to lose even the last warmth he could embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yu Ji in his arms, taking advantage of his moment of distraction, drew the short sword from his waist, the one symbolizing \"farewell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade swept across her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei's body went limp in his embrace, slowly collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed forth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>staining her plain white dance attire,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and also staining Jiang Ci's arm, the one still trembling slightly as he held her tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not let out a heavenward roar of grief like in other dramas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head, gazing at the face in his arms rapidly losing its color,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his entire body trembling violently, uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, two tuneless syllables were forced from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yu Xi...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer utter the words \"What can I do with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because at this moment, this man had lost everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any words were superfluous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, all the score, the Chu Songs, and the sound of wind and snow in the film suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The theater plunged into absolute silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the heavy, suppressed sound of Xiang Yu's breathing remained on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This extreme negative space left everyone feeling suffocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sorrow within the theater fermented wildly in this terrifying silence, until it completely swallowed everyone's reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the back row, the young female film critic who had been scribbling furiously in her notebook earlier could bear it no longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She abruptly stood up from her seat, covered her mouth, and rushed out of the screening room, heedless of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed a place to weep openly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she could not endure this suffocating feeling of watching the most beautiful thing in the world\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>being destroyed inch by inch before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner of the very last row of the theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Wei Song stood quietly, his figure completely hidden by the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the stumbling, fleeing back of that girl,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watched the bespectacled young man in the front row who had long since dissolved into tears,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watched the entire audience in the theater, utterly submerged in grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly took off his glasses, pressing his knuckles hard against his burning eye sockets,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a uniquely creator's cruel satisfaction, a mix of heartache and gratification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why aren't you laughing now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corner of his mouth twisted slightly in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci watched the large screen calmly, his mind calculating rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heartbreak Value output from this \"Farewell My Concubine\" scene was a full thirty percent higher than the system's estimated peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed that Zhao Yingfei's near-out-of-control \"immersion into the role\" at the time was the most crucial catalyst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For future life-extending endeavors, he'd have to enshrine this \"tear-jerking effect amplifier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after a long silence, the image slowly faded to black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the silhouette of Xiang Yu holding Yu Ji, sitting desolately amidst the wind and snow, remained on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of black-red subtitles slowly emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaixia, a great rout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief black screen, the image lit up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The location had shifted to the banks of the Wu River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's Xiang Yu, covered in bloodstains, holding the bronze sword that had accompanied him his entire life, stood alone by the turbulent river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him were his few remaining, battered soldiers, and the Wu River Village Head, desperately urging him to cross the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera gave a close-up of the sword in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely that \"controversial sword\" he had held during the Star City promotional tour, the one that ignited online laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yu on the screen made a move that stopped the hearts of the entire audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held the sword in one hand, casually weighing it up and down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was identical to Jiang Ci's from the promotional tour, when he asked Zhao Yingfei, \"Is this sword lighter than that day?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deathly silence fell over the theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bespectacled young man's pupils dilated to their absolute limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Xiang Yu, before the end of his life, feeling the weight of his sword one last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the witness to all his glory, all his battles and campaigns, his proof as the Conqueror of Western Chu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That online meme, the source of widespread revelry, had now transformed into a resounding slap,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>striking the face of everyone who had once found amusement in it, burning with shame.\u003C\u002Fp>",1280,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","b779f75c44f0d546d3dba3479aca849a1f9f28dd39f5b346a365e883beb76145","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-288","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-286",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]