[{"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-332":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},1297996,1723,"Chapter 332: What He Lost Was That Pure Immersion Into the Role","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-332",332,"\u003Cp>Chapter 332: What He Lost Was That Pure Immersion Into the Role\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing through that door, the camera flashes and clamor of the outside world were completely cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the venue was brilliantly lit, a splendor belonging to the vortex of fame and fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young girl wearing a work pass had been waiting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she saw Jiang Ci, her cheeks flushed involuntarily, yet she didn't dare look directly at him. She merely bowed slightly and spoke in a low voice to guide him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher Jiang Ci, this way, please.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci followed her, walking down a corridor paved with thick carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the main hall, crystal chandeliers illuminated everything with crystal clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless gazes, some covert, some overt, were glued to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci paid them no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His seat was in the first row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked step by step toward that position,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the actors, directors, and producers along the way, regardless of their status ranking, all subconsciously stopped their conversations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quiet to the point of being completely out of place amidst the clamor of this vortex of fame and fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he reached the first row, a seat by the aisle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the inner side of the seat, a middle-aged man dressed in a custom-made dark gray Zhongshan suit slowly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched Jiang Ci approaching step by step, without the customary pleasantries and small talk an elder would normally offer a junior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if time had reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were back in that oppressive, dimly lit tent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one the Conqueror of Western Chu seated high on the throne, deciding the life and death of others,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other the Duke of Pei, Liu Bang, bowing his head in submission, struggling to survive amidst humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stopped walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Qin Feng locked eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the cameras on-site focused on them at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The media-anticipated explosive tension of a \"changing of the guard between old and new monarchs\" did not materialize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng took the initiative and extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci grasped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment their two hands clasped, Qin Feng's psychological defenses quietly loosened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a veteran actor who had won the Golden Rooster Award for Film Emperor three times, he had never found it so difficult to let go after a scene ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had won the world, yet on the film set of *The Legend of Han and Chu*, he had clearly felt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to make his \"victory\" as the winner seem reasonable, the young man playing the \"loser\" had paid a price a hundred times more brutal than his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew then,\" Qin Feng lowered his voice, \"that you would be sitting here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This statement carried a double meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was both Liu Bang's lament over Xiang Yu's destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also Film Emperor Qin Feng's most direct acknowledgment of the actor Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci did not reply, he merely tightened his grip slightly in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Releasing the handshake, he took his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his right, Zhao Yingfei had also stood up long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, she wore a modified dark red embroidered gown. The red was not bright, but somber, like congealed blood from the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't speak, just looked at him. Their gazes met, and their thoughts were fully understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci nodded to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the row behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Shengqiu and Liu Hanyu also stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veteran actor Huang Shengqiu, who played the role of the Honored Father Fan Zeng, his temples graying, walked around behind Jiang Ci and gave his shoulder a firm, heavy pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ji'er.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't call him Jiang Ci, but called Xiang Yu's courtesy name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one word, \"Ji'er,\" made the veteran actor's own eyes turn slightly red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Hanyu stood quietly to the side, watching this scene, and sighed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire *The Legend of Han and Chu* film crew, at this moment, formed a field that outsiders could not penetrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, separated by several rows of seats, Liu Wei swallowed back the prepared set of polite words about \"the younger generation being formidable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched those few people gather together as if no one else existed, observing the airtight atmosphere between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the harmony a film crew should have. It was more like a group of comrades-in-arms who had just returned from the battlefield,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>carrying the scent of blood and the weariness of the elements, sitting down in this resplendent hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized that he might not only lose to that young man in terms of awards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had lost more thoroughly was his immersion into the role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wei slumped into his seat, choosing silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the venue, everyone felt an intangible pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It emanated from the *The Legend of Han and Chu* crew as a whole—that desolate, heavy, tragic aura that seemed to have stepped out of the pages of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Wei Song sat directly behind Jiang Ci, like a protective patriarch, surveying the entire hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clueless young cinematographer, probably wanting to snag an exclusive shot,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hoisted his camera and tried to push to the front, aiming to get a close-up of Jiang Ci's face, which still bore traces of illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the lens could focus, Wei Song shot him a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cinematographer flinched as if stung by a scorpion, his hand shook, and he retreated awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Wei Song retract his gaze with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the lights in the hall gradually dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A solemn silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no rousing opening music, no dazzling light show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the venue's massive surround sound system, a heavy, thunderous drumbeat resonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thump!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound bypassed the speakers, striking directly on everyone's hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thump!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavier, duller than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was bewildered. What kind of opening was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thump!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the large screen, no countdown numbers appeared. Instead, against a pitch-black background, following the rhythm of the drumbeats, enormous characters written in what looked like blood appeared one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Han]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Chu]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Julu]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Pengcheng]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Gaixia]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Wu River]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumbeats grew denser and denser, the momentum of thousands of troops and horses charging forth overwhelming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet comments in the live stream went completely wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Is this the Golden Rooster Awards? I thought it was the Hegemon's vengeful spirit night!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This opening! Have the Golden Rooster Awards gone mad? They've turned the awards ceremony into the premiere of *The Legend of Han and Chu*!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Look at Qin Feng's face! The way he's looking at Jiang Ci isn't like looking at a junior actor at all. He's looking at that opponent to whom he won the world but lost the hearts of the people!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yu Ji is here too! Fan Zeng is here too! Zhang Liang is here too! They all came! Oh my god, I'm getting goosebumps!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This level of grandeur is unique in the domestic entertainment industry! After tonight, there will be no other!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On-site, the war drums reached their crescendo and then abruptly ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall fell deathly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A solitary beam of light descended from the dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not illuminate the host who had long been in position on the stage. Instead, it fell on the very center of the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, an ancient sword stood upright, no one knew when it had been placed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword's body was simple and unadorned, gleaming with a bluish-black cold light. Faded silk cords were wrapped around its hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely the sword Xiang Yu used to take his own life by the Wu River!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breath of the entire audience hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For everyone who had seen the film, this sword was a post-traumatic stress trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood there alone and forlorn, silently narrating the tragedy of a hero's end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as everyone was captivated by this sword,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a desolate, mournful melody suddenly and unexpectedly began to play within the venue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A live performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was like weeping, like lamenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the *xun*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient sound of the *xun*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, sitting in the first row, twitched the fingers resting on the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't need to think. His body's instinct had already recognized this melody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a memory carved into his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Chu Songs on All Sides*.\u003C\u002Fp>",1385,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","861ef9a2462f379cfc8dbdd129885a941f9335aa4cd8f00676337f8b467e0070","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-333","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-331",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]