[{"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-304":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},1297968,1723,"Chapter 304: Dignity? Under the Muzzle, It’s Worthless!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-304",304,"\u003Cp>The middle-aged policeman’s words\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wafted like a thin cold smoke, not yet dissipated by the night wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen stood where he was, unmoving for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faced away from everyone, the outline of distant mountains pressing behind him into a heavy, silent black line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few seconds, he suddenly turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was none of the earlier solemnity on his face, only an excitement that had been completely ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move the set! Everyone move, now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar sliced through the set’s dead silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Props team! Clear out the dorms! Throw everything into the courtyard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind was fierce, carrying a bone-piercing chill as it howled through the empty courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of extras disguised as thugs gripped clubs and formed a vicious circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the circle were several “henchmen” who had just been yanked from their beds, their clothes in disarray, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden door of the dorm was violently kicked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two burly men stormed in and roughly dragged Jiang Ci, who was curled up in a corner of the bed, out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was hauled to the center of the yard and slammed heavily onto the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold cut like a blade, instantly penetrating his thin clothing and raising a fine, prickling gooseflesh on his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strip him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cha Cai, played by Lei Zhong, stepped out of the darkness and spat those two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs stepped forward and, in three quick moves, tore Jiang Ci’s clothes into rags until only his underwear remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naked, his body was exposed to everyone’s gaze, exposed to the biting cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rainy, overcast day, and with the crew’s wind machine,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s body began to tremble uncontrollably, his teeth chattering with faint clacking sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong walked slowly up to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a pistol that was jet-black all over, its metal giving off a cold gleam in the dim light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched, and the muzzle slowly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, it pressed heavily against Jiang Ci’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The icy contact made Jiang Ci’s body freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold spread from the point of contact, instantly drilling into his skull and traveling down his spine to his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, all acting techniques and the system’s stray thoughts evaporated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Jiang He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An undercover whose life hung by a thread, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind contained only fear magnified to an unbearable degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say it.” Lei Zhong’s voice was heavy, “Are you Ice Chisel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s lips moved, but no sound came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to protest, to scream, but his muscles were rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong didn’t press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied Jiang Ci’s face, drained pale by cold and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, metallic, empty sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No bullet left the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone on set knew the gun was fake, but that sound contained every element needed to shatter a psychological defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci did not scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the click echoed, his chest spasmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short, strange sound burst uncontrollably from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hiccuped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His diaphragm convulsed violently from sheer terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire upper body jolted forward from the spasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen, behind the monitor, stiffened straight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>springing up from his chair and pressing himself against the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t in the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was more real and more brutal than anything the script had planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hic... hic...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the convulsions began, they couldn’t be stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, acting as Jiang He, curled on the ground, his body twitching again and again with unstoppable hiccups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to cover his mouth with his hands, but his arms were stiff as if they did not belong to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci knew the moment had come; he closed his legs inward and braced them straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stream of liquid ran down the inside of his bare thigh, seeping into the mud and forming a dark stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The props team’s precisely controlled water bag had been triggered at the perfect moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained on set were the howling wind and Jiang Ci’s hiccups, each more violent than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong looked at the puddle on the ground, at the youth trembling from shame and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face remained immovably ruthless in the role of Cha Cai,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but deep in his cloudy eyes flashed the actor Lei Zhong’s own shock and... instinctive disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second—one tenth of a second—he had the illusion that the person kneeling at his feet was not an actor at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci—no, Jiang He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of distraction, he showed no anger or resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dignity had long ago been ground to dust by repeated torture and humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survival was the sole thought in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using hands and feet, he crawled forward and knelt at Lei Zhong’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiccuping uncontrollably, he reached out a trembling hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>futilely trying to wipe the puddle from the ground with his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pleading, twisted smile contorted his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sor... hic... sorry... boss...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mumbled apologies were forced out between hiccups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I... hic... I couldn’t hold it...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Ci paid it no mind; his bloodshot eyes were glued to the monitor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if he wanted to devour the image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even extended a trembling finger, touching the screen where Jiang Ci’s distorted face appeared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if caressing an invaluable treasure that had been found again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice split from excessive excitement:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This! Goddamn! This is the undercover I wanted!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an invincible superhero or a debonair spy, but a living, breathing human!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A person whose dignity had been stomped into the mud, whose body had betrayed him completely,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet who, for the mission and for survival, had sunk into humiliating dust...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong’s pupils changed for that tenth of a second—actor’s shock—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it was immediately consumed by a deeper, darker rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the “waste” at his feet who could barely hold onto human shape,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and a mix of the role’s murderous intent and the actor’s own fear surged to his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a move to break that suffocating reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he lifted his foot and, with all his strength, kicked Jiang Ci flat on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kick was Cha Cai’s brutality and Lei Zhong’s attempt at self-rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A curse not in the script burst from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged off his slick silk jacket and casually tossed it onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flung it over Jiang Ci’s twisted, pleading face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clean it up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong towered over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you dare dirty my ground.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1109,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","e3d7172c2a2700fc15c446d4908b1d08fbbb9819dec8224d2d719745b43c2254","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-305","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-303",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]