The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 281: Also Accidentally Entering the Celestial Realm!

Star City Huanghua Airport.

When Jiang Ci and Sun Zhou walked out from the VIP channel, the sight before them could be described as spectacular.

The passenger flow at the arrivals gate was several times greater than during the capital roadshow.

The entire hall was packed solid,

forcing the airport to urgently dispatch special police to set up cordon lines to maintain order.

Sun Zhou was quite shocked by this spectacle, instinctively positioning himself protectively in front of Jiang Ci.

But when Jiang Ci's gaze swept over the crowd and he clearly saw the "support items" in the fans' hands, his entire body froze.

The banners were a shocking sight.

"The people of Star City do not permit the Hegemon to die!!"

"Jiang Ci, just stay alive!"

The style was exceptionally fierce.

Even more bizarre, mixed within the crowd were several strangely dressed figures.

A man wearing ancient robes and carrying a medicine chest was staring at him with the grave look of someone examining a patient, clearly dressed as Hua Tuo.

Next to him was another claiming to be Bian Que, holding several bamboo scrolls in his hands, muttering words with conviction.

The most eye-catching was undoubtedly a "Taoist priest" dressed in bright yellow Taoist robes.

He held a peach wood sword, gesturing in Jiang Ci's direction through the air, loudly proclaiming he wanted to "prolong the life" of the Hegemon.

Sun Zhou's mind buzzed. He tightly grabbed Jiang Ci's arm,

his voice hollow: "Brother, pinch me... have we accidentally wandered into some large-scale cosplay event?"

Jiang Ci, however, looked completely calm. He brushed off Sun Zhou's hand and walked straight towards that "Hua Tuo."

Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, he walked up to that fan,

pointed at the small packet of white powder clutched in the other person's hand, and asked with a serious expression.

"Hello, may I ask if this 'Mafeisan' of yours is a prohibited prop?"

"According to our country's relevant laws and regulations, carrying unidentified powder into public places may cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

That "Hua Tuo" fan instantly petrified on the spot, the "Mafeisan" (actually flour) in his hand nearly slipping from his grasp. His mouth hung open, unable to utter a single word.

Inside the roadshow screening hall, the atmosphere was even more bizarre than at the airport.

Figures of various "masters" dressed in different colored Taoist robes also appeared inside.

They were not seated. Facing the giant poster on the stage,

they sat cross-legged in meditation, chanting incantations under their breath.

The host stood on the stage holding cue cards, fine beads of sweat forming on his temples.

Only when Jiang Ci was escorted to his seat by staff did the host seem to find a lifeline.

He leaned close to Jiang Ci and explained this unbelievable scene in a whisper.

"Teacher Jiang Ci, please don't mind..." The host leaned close, shielding his mouth with his hand,

his voice pressed extremely low, his tone carrying three parts helplessness and seven parts awe,

"This... is a special 'Prayer for Blessings ritual' unique to our Star City fans."

"I heard that the older brother wearing the Eight Trigrams robe in the first row has been sitting there since the doors opened this morning,"

"saying he wants to... well, for the Hegemon, to defy heaven and change his fate."

"We couldn't stop him. He said if we dared to move him, we'd be obstructing heavenly secrets..."

Utter chaos.

Jiang Ci looked at those "masters" sitting upright and chanting incantations.

Only one thought circled in his mind: What are they doing? Rewriting the ending?

They're digging up his roots!

Jiang Ci subtly adjusted his sitting posture,

deciding that during the upcoming interactive segment, he would personally give these enthusiastic fans

a vivid lesson on historical materialism.

The interactive segment began.

A young female fan sitting in the front row seized the chance to ask a question.

As soon as she stood up, the words immediately tumbled out.

"Ci-ge... we've seen the trailer, our expectations are completely maxed out."

She voiced the heartfelt wish of all fans.

"If there was a parallel universe, could Xiang Yu be less stubborn? Could he cross the river? Could he... not die?"

As soon as the words fell, the entire audience of fans found resonance, shouting in unison.

"Cross the river!"

Jiang Ci took the microphone from the host.

He stood up, but did not engage in the emotional stirring or comforting the fans expected.

He cleared his throat and entered "history teacher" mode.

"Regarding the question raised by this classmate, I believe we need to conduct a rigorous argumentation from several objective dimensions."

His tone was calm, carrying the seriousness of an academic discussion.

"First, the military strength comparison. After the Battle of Gaixia, the Chu Army's elite forces were completely lost. Xiang Yu had only twenty-eight cavalrymen left by his side."

"And the Han Army Liu Bang assembled numbered in the hundreds of thousands."

"After crossing the river, the troops Xiang Yu could muster in Jiangdong within a short time would not exceed thirty thousand, mostly untrained recruits."

"Militarily, this is no different from using an egg to strike a rock."

"Second, the supply lines. In the later stages of the Chu-Han Contention, the grain-producing regions of the Guanzhong Region and the Central Plains were already firmly controlled by Liu Bang."

"Even if Xiang Yu returned to Jiangdong, he would face the desperate situation of having no grain to requisition."

"War is fought on logistics. Without supplies, the army would inevitably descend into internal strife within three months."

"Finally, and most crucially, Xiang Yu's own character flaws."

Jiang Ci's gaze swept across the hall. The fans holding high their "Cross the River" signs had already stiffened somewhat.

"Xiang Yu was a noble of the old era. His pride and self-respect were the source of his strength, but also the root of his destruction."

"For him to admit defeat like Liu Bang, endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and start over from scratch, that would be more painful than killing him."

"Therefore, even if he crossed the Wu River, when facing the questioning and disappointment of the elders of Jiangdong,"

"he would still choose to use death to defend his final shred of dignity."

Jiang Ci paused briefly, delivering the final verdict. "Crossing the river would still mean death. Moreover, he would die more ignominiously, with even less dignity."

This analysis, cold to the point of ruthlessness, dissected all the fans' unrealistic fantasies,

placing the bloody reality squarely before them.

The fans looked at each other, their raised signs appearing so powerless.

No one could have imagined that their wholehearted "rescue operation" would be so thoroughly terminated by the subject himself in such a hardcore manner.

However, unexpectedly, chaos did not erupt on site.

After a brief silence, someone couldn't help but laugh first. Immediately, the entire screening hall erupted into a kind of helpless, yet good-natured, roar of laughter.

"Hahaha, that's so you, Ci-ge! So seriously shattering all our illusions!"

"Though heartbroken, why do I inexplicably find this adorable?"

"This kind of 'I may break your heart but it's for your own good' straight guy behavior, I'm actually shipping it!"

The atmosphere of the roadshow, in a strange kind of harmony, was about to conclude.

The host, wiping the sweat from his temples, walked onto the stage again.

"Thank you, Teacher Jiang Ci, for the wonderful analysis you brought us."

He smiled mysteriously.

"Although from a historical perspective, we couldn't rewrite the Hegemon's ending. However, we, the organizers, have also prepared a special surprise for everyone."

"We have invited someone from a thousand miles away, perhaps... the only person who might possibly persuade the Hegemon."

As soon as the words fell.

All the lights in the screening hall abruptly went out.

A mournful, hauntingly beautiful bone flute melody, weeping and sorrowful, suddenly pierced the darkness of the hall.

It was that song, "Eight Thousand Souls."

On the giant screen at the back of the stage, a slender silhouette holding a long sword slowly materialized.