[{"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-296":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},1297960,1723,"Chapter 296: Director, where is the camera?","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-296",296,"\u003Cp>The sound of the wind and the roar of the pine forest fell completely silent at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in the film crew, including those rough men who had just wiped away their tears haphazardly with their sleeves, instinctively tensed their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lingering sorrow on their faces was instantly frozen by those two words, then ignited into a kind of neurotic fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no ceremony with tedious formalities, not even a single morale-boosting speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen threw out two words, turned, and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strides were huge. Only when he was almost at the vehicle,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did he stop, turn back, and roar at the stunned crowd:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you all still standing around for! Do you all fucking want to spend the night here? Pack up! Get in the cars! Move to the next location!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire crew became like a precision machine wound up, quickly packing the equipment and rushing towards the convoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>stuffed it into his backpack, and jogged to catch up with Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bro, we're... starting filming just like that?\" His voice was weak, his mind still caught in the aftermath of the emotional storm just moments before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't answer, only turned his head and took a deep look back at that silent cluster of tombstones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The convoy kicked up a cloud of yellow dust as it advanced along the rugged mountain road, heading towards the even more desolate border.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the convoy stopped in front of an abandoned border guard post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peeling plaster, rusted-through wire mesh, a lonely two-story building,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>stood silently amidst waist-deep wild grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the post was a depression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the depression was a huge, deep pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pit was filled with dark brown muddy water. The stench of rotting plants and fermenting sludge assaulted the nose,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with even the corpses of dead insects floating on the water's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the actors were ordered to stand by the edge of the pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen pointed at the stinking mud pit, his gaze sweeping over every person before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were short, but they cut deeper than the border's cold wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone who doesn't want to act, get the hell out now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faces of a few young featured actors instantly turned deathly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at the black water churning with murky bubbles in the pit, their stomachs churning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't filming; this was torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the crowd, restlessness and hesitation began to spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong stood to the side with his arms crossed, his look of watching a spectacle now gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Gang still stood straight as a bayonet, looking at the mud pit like a silent mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen's gaze patrolled the crowd, carrying undisguised contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at that moment, Jiang Ci moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even look at Jiang Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down, carefully placing that well-thumbed, dog-eared script on a clean rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he took two steps back, made a running start, and leaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Plop!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull thud, black mud splashing skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's entire body plunged straight into the waist-deep, foul-smelling muddy water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sludge smeared across his face from his hair, leaving only a pair of eyes that shone terrifyingly bright under the overcast sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped the mud off his face without a care, stood in the center of the pit, looked up at the tall figure on the bank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Jiang, where's the camera angle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This jump, this question, made the faces of everyone hesitating on the bank burn with shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All affectation, cowardice, and hesitation were shattered to pieces by this one leap at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faces of those young actors turned from white to red, from red to ashen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong looked at the figure in the muddy water, covered in filth yet with a spine held straight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a look of true gravity appearing in his turbid eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen's face was expressionless. He only lifted his chin, gesturing towards Lei Zhong's direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Lei Zhong threw his jacket on the ground and jumped down too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the example set, the remaining people had no way back,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>jumping into the mud pit one after another like dumplings dropped into boiling water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou stood on the bank, watching this insane scene,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wanting to rush over but not daring to, could only clutch the hem of his shirt tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the script, this was a \"beast fight\" within the drug dealer group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer had to prove his worth in the most primitive way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen spoke only one word into the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No choreography, no demonstration, only the most savage law of the jungle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mud pit instantly became an arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong, playing Cha Cai, as the leader, grabbed Jiang Ci by the collar and slammed him down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's back hit the pit wall solidly. His Body of Steel absorbed most of the force, but that dull pain was still piercing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was pushed into the muddy water, choking on several mouthfuls of the foul-smelling liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't struggle, just glared at Lei Zhong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those eyes was no fear, only the ferocity of a beast pushed to the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen sat behind the monitor, his face showing a manic excitement, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the walkie-talkie bulging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forgot to call cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, he simply didn't want to call cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expressions on the faces of the staff on the bank gradually changed from excitement to horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They watched that slender figure,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>being thrown down again and again, being pushed into the muddy water again and again, staggering to his feet again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was like a dying stray dog in a mud pit, but those eyes never dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Jiang Ci's movements truly began to lag, when his body's swaying was no longer acting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did Jiang Wen seem to jolt awake from a great dream. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared in a hoarse voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several stuntmen immediately jumped down and dragged Jiang Ci up in a flurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was laid on the ground, like a lifeless clay statue, only the weak rise and fall of his chest visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou hurriedly rushed over, wiping his face frantically with a towel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bro! How are you! Bro!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci lay on the ground, breathing heavily, coughing up several mouthfuls of black muddy water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved a hand, indicating he was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, under Sun Zhou's astonished gaze, he propped himself up on the ground, slowly sat up, and reached out a hand towards Sun Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou was stunned for a moment, then understood. He fumbled nervously in his backpack, pulled out that huge army-green thermos cup,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unscrewed the lid, and handed it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, using Sun Zhou's hand, gulped down several mouthfuls of scalding hot water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweetness of goji berries and red dates diluted the foul taste in his mouth, a warm current rising from his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a long breath of white air, emitting a satisfied sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, holding the warm cup, he stared vacantly in the direction of the mud pit,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>muttering softly to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So filthy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, at the guesthouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was bare-chested. Sun Zhou was carefully applying medicine to the bruises that were starting to turn purple with a cotton swab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bro, maybe... we should talk to the director. Don't go at it like this tomorrow. It could kill someone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the crisscrossing blue and purple bruises in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, there was a knock on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the screenwriter, Yan Zheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Sun Zhou opened the door, Yan Zheng walked in, his face now etched with gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't beat around the bush, directly handing several freshly printed pages of the script to Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The scene for tomorrow has been changed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Zheng's voice was a bit dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Jiang has gone mad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Jiang Ci, enunciating each word clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He wants to use 'the real thing' on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1351,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","eec8fcfc6b4da8b7bc126808d5eaf3b3ff95bb68542b53bb12df2cc60d2144f6","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-297","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-295",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]