[{"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-306":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},1297970,1723,"Chapter 306: The Sweetest Cake, The Coldest Knife","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-306",306,"\u003Cp>Jiang Ci knelt on the ground, extending both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edge of the bone china plate was cold and smooth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forming a stark contrast against his rough fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took hold of that piece of cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cha Cai's voice held no warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eat. Uncle specially ordered this for you. Don't waste it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci lowered his head, opened his mouth, and took a savage, huge bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheap vegetable cream, sickeningly sweet, instantly coated his entire mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That chemically synthesized flavor mixed with the scent of blood in the air,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach churned violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ate frantically, ferociously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow-white cream smeared his lips, the tip of his nose, his chin, making him look ridiculous and pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his face never lifted, only his peripheral vision\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>remained fixed, deadlocked on the vaguely contoured, faintly writhing, bloody figure on the floor not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every swallow was accompanied by a violent, retching impulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he used every ounce of strength to forcibly suppress that wave of nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't feel like swallowing soft cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the dining table, Lei Zhong looked down from above, his face showing not a flicker of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was admiring, he was scrutinizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was observing the prey he had captured, the subject learning new rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see when this beast would break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would it be utterly tamed by the cloying sweetness of the cake, or completely driven mad by the bloodshed right before its eyes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"traitor\" on the floor let out intermittent, faint, dying moans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sound, mingled with the bloody froth bubbling in his throat after his bones had been shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And against this backdrop, the sound of Jiang Ci chewing the cake was amplified infinitely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screech of the fork scraping the plate's bottom, the squelching sound of cream being crushed in the mouth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>interwove with the faint sound of another man's life fading away, forming a symphony from hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci ate faster and faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements grew rougher and more violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He abandoned the fork, reaching out directly to grab the remaining half of the cake, shoving it haphazardly into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he even made a move that made everyone on set hold their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He violently buried his face into the bone china plate holding the cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow-white, smooth cream smeared across his entire face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This action concealed all his subtle expressions, and also concealed the single scalding tear\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that, the instant his cheek touched the cold plate bottom, slid uncontrollably from the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tear vanished into the cream, soundlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plate was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the last trace of cream clinging to the bottom had been licked clean by his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That young face was smeared with ridiculous white cream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained, moving his stiff facial muscles, forcing out an ingratiating smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Uncle...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's sweet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong looked at his clown-like face and finally gave a satisfied nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually drew a pitch-black dagger from behind his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the dagger casually onto the marble floor in front of Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Clang!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp, metallic sound of impact against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sound sliced through all the sticky sweetness and blood in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cha Cai pointed at the traitor on the floor who was now barely moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Full? Then get to work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were an instruction for a mundane household chore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Send him on his way. Consider it your birthday gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci lowered his head, looking at the dagger gleaming with a cold, dark luster by his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly reached out and picked up the knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt icy cold in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the script's setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just three days ago, at a dark alley entrance, this very man now reduced to a bloody pulp had, under the guise of offering a cigarette,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rapidly tapped Morse code onto Jiang He's palm with his knuckles: \"The goods are fake. They're cleaning house. Take care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was their agreed-upon final contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, the \"traitor\" being punished for \"hoarding goods\"... was the \"Nail\"!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only comrade-in-arms who knew his identity, his sole point of contact!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A buzzing filled his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger's chill spread from his palm throughout his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he *was* Jiang He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An undercover agent watching his own comrade being tortured to death, then handed the butcher's knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand began to tremble violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul of the \"police officer\" was locked in a final, desperate struggle against the skin of this \"undercover\" persona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang He had killed before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those were drug dealers, vicious criminals, in life-or-death firefights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not executing an unarmed, dying... fellow human being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong's foot came down heavily on Jiang Ci's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immense force made his whole body sink lower, his knees thudding dully against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's wrong?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cha Cai's voice suddenly turned cold, devoid of any trace of the earlier \"gentleness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scared?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly leaned his upper body down, bringing his face close to Jiang Ci's ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or... do you know him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words stabbed deep into Jiang Ci's nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ultimate test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"traitor\" in Cha Cai's mouth was a tool to test Jiang He's loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill, or don't kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no third option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the \"traitor\" who had been lying on the floor like a dead dog suddenly, without warning, erupted into action!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the last of his strength, he twisted his bloodied, mangled face towards Jiang Ci's direction, his voice a desperate, tearing shriek:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang He! You piece of trash! You're nothing but a dog raised by Cha Cai!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man twisted his bloodied, mangled face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using the last of his strength, aiming it at Jiang Ci's direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes, obscured by blood and grime, held no plea for mercy, no resentment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only a final, life-burning madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips moved silently, forming two words—\"Do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was using his own life to pave the final step of Jiang He's path!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every crew member on set, including Jiang Wen behind the monitor, felt their hearts skip a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary background actor opposite Jiang Ci to erupt with such intense emotion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Jiang Ci immediately caught the other's performance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaaah—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beast-like, sharp, strange cry erupted from his cream-smeared mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the comrade's final command, the instinct to survive, a faith on the verge of being crushed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All emotions detonated at this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged forward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill him? No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spare him? We both die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cha Cai's gaze stabbed into his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that split second, Jiang He's peripheral vision caught sight of \"Nail's\" arm, trying to push his body up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There must be blood! He must be incapacitated! He must... survive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This final thought flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger in his hand, avoiding all vital points, plunged viciously into the arm of the man trying to struggle and rise!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thud—!*\u003C\u002Fp>",1177,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","e71d169f184bb4bf18fb049eb8acfe6451ac5d02b27138c6f4038ecf0bfc5493","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-307","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-305",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]