[{"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-263":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},1297927,1723,"Chapter 263: Breaking the Ice","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-263",263,"\u003Cp>The Weibo account of that Z-surname top-tier celebrity with tens of millions of fans instantly turned into a line of cold, gray small text the moment the official announcement was released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This user has been banned due to violation of relevant laws and regulations.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pent-up anger and dissatisfaction finally found an outlet at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's Weibo post with only four words was elevated to the altar by furious netizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of reposts exploded at a terrifying, insane speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit, prophet! Get the knife, bro, do you have inside information?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this fucking the only living person in the entire domestic entertainment industry? When everyone else was playing dead, only he stood up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At this moment, I declare Jiang Ci the God of War of domestic entertainment! Single-handedly taking on the entire capital circle and brain-dead fans, and he fucking won!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I announce, from today on, I'm Jiang Ci's die-hard fan! Not for anything else, just for this guts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The total was rapidly approaching the seven million mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The online frenzy and praise lasted a full five days, but all this clamor seemed to have nothing to do with Jiang Ci in his hotel room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had cut himself off from all external information until a rapid knocking sound mixed with wind and rain shattered this deliberate silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening the door, a rush of damp, cold air surged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Zheng stood at the doorway, travel-worn, his hair wet from the rain, plastered messily to his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in his bloodshot eyes, there was a light that bordered on madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand, he held that familiar kraft paper bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners of the bag were already wrinkled from being soaked by the rain, showing just how urgently he had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two assistants following him looked at Jiang Ci with expressions that had completely changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer dared to see the young man before them merely as a lucky actor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Zheng strode in with large steps and slapped the damp kraft paper bag down with a \"thwack\" on the table in front of Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water stains spread across the rosewood tabletop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out a chair and sat down heavily, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only said two words, firm and resounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't immediately reach for the paper bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cover that originally bore the four words \"Nameless Monument\" was now covered by a brand-new white sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it were two large characters handwritten in black marker, the ink seemingly about to burn through the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Icebreaker.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer a monument singing praises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a desperate effort to smash through that frozen ice solidified with blood and lies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci reached out, his fingertips touching those two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the kraft paper bag and pulled out that thick stack of script, still emitting the fresh scent of printer's ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened to the first page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Scene One, Rainy Night, Abandoned Dock]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Characters: Jiang He (Undercover), Cha Cai (Drug Dealer)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Setting: Torrential rain pours down, muddy ground covered in puddles everywhere.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the first line, and everything around rapidly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's mind was instantly filled with the scene from the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the suffocating sensation of cold, muddy water flooding his nostrils, the metallic chill of the gun barrel pressed against the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drug dealer with a neurotic smile squatted before him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>holding a condom wrapped in plastic film,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>inside which a tiny metal object was faintly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Swallow it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drug dealer's voice carried a hint of amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When you get there, it'll take you to see Buddha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach churned violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tracking device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swallow it, and there might still be a sliver of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't swallow, and die right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's Adam's apple bobbed violently, a wave of physiological nausea surging from his stomach straight to his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to turn to the next page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The images switched rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang He first faced an informant going through drug withdrawal, he was so terrified by the other's frenzied state that he stumbled backward repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang He, on the verge of having his cover blown, curled up painfully in a filthy bathroom stall,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>banging his head against the cold wall again and again, finally losing control from extreme fear, looking as wretched as a dying dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When reading about Jiang He vomiting violently after killing a drug dealer for the first time, hiding in a corner,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's own stomach churned violently; he had to put down the script and dry-heave several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his own hands, trembling slightly from the strain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unable to imagine how cold and sticky they would feel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when truly stained with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line in the script, \"His hands shook so badly he couldn't even unscrew a bottle of mineral water,\" resonated deeply with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang He, in countless deep nights, silently wept while looking at a family photo already blurred by sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer just a symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a tormented soul, repeatedly torn apart and pieced back together time and again by sheer willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word in the script felt as if it had been ripped straight from veins, carrying flesh, blood, and warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's breathing became rapid and scorching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These cold words began to overlap bit by bit in his mind with that vague, memory-deep silhouette belonging to his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered how, before his father went on a mission, he would always call him over and clumsily ruffle his hair with those large hands covered in calluses and scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those hands could strangle a criminal's throat without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they shook so badly when peeling an apple for him that they couldn't even peel it cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a certain page of the script, scribbled descriptions showed Jiang He,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>during a break in the mission,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>trying to write a letter home to say he was safe, but only managing to write the four words \"All is well,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>before being unable to continue, eventually crumpling the paper into a ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered that old dictionary his father had worn ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after his sacrifice, when his mother was sorting through his belongings,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did she discover from within the dictionary's interlayer a similarly unfinished letter that would never be sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xiao Ci, Dad is going to a very far place this time, and it might take a long time to come back. Listen to your mom and study hard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad doesn't ask for you to achieve great things in the future, only hopes that you can live safely, peacefully, under the sunlight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's fingertips left a deep indentation on the script's paper page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Zheng hadn't spoken the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just watched the young man opposite him, watching the flashes of pain and struggle that crossed his face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and finally, the settling of something harder than steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had handed the sharpest blade to this young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Zheng finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you dare take this blade?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci closed the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Snap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp sound echoed in the quiet room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and gently traced those two words on the brand-new cover with his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Icebreaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be a feast of heartbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his head and met Yan Zheng's burning gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those eyes, he saw not just a screenwriter's expectations for an actor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but also a comrade-in-arms entrusting another comrade-in-arms!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently closed the script and placed it on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher Yan, thank you... for giving him back to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll take it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1284,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","532356d7a776bbae7d0d86e85535e4809e735a8f65b088cb57f0df400fee5928","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-264","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-262",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]