[{"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-308":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},1297972,1723,"Chapter 308: The Price of the \"Scene Maniac\"","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-308",308,"\u003Cp>The instant the director called \"Cut.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one command flashed through Jiang Ci's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Activate Emotion Isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness detached, but his body did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body remembered everything that had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cheap plant-based frosting so sickeningly sweet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sour, rotten reek that surged up his esophagus when it mixed with stomach acid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent wave of nausea smashed through his last defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's voice came. He spread his arms, trying to lift the collapsed figure on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Ci's body had already moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved away Sun Zhou's outstretched hand and, using both hands and feet, scrambled up and staggered toward the bathroom in the corner of the film set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouldered the bathroom door open and slammed it shut behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole sequence happened so fast no one could react in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong stood rooted to the spot, listening with bated breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bathroom, violent dry heaves erupted almost immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Followed by the sound of his stomach being emptied completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Lei Zhong's weathered face, the last trace of the viciousness that belonged to Cha Cai quietly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to those heart-wrenching retches, something hard and steady inside him began to crumble slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought the breakdown Jiang Ci had shown earlier was seven parts acting, three parts real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was entirely real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This young man was truly stuffing the role with his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bathroom,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>under the harsh white incandescent light, nothing could hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci knelt on the cold tile, bent over the toilet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced his fingers deep into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gah—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything in his stomach, that sickeningly sweet frosting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mixed with sour, rotten gastric juice, was expelled in a single, violent rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vomited until he was utterly drained, blackness pulsing at the edges of his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Involuntary tears streamed from his eyes, tracing hot paths down his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sun Zhou and two medics rushed in, this was what they found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth sagged against the cold wall, curled inward, his thin shoulders still twitching from retching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his face; the dirt-streaked features revealed a pair of eyes made wet and broken by tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Sun Zhou and the medics instinctively slowed their steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one extremely clear thought echoed through Jiang Ci's head at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never eat plant-based frosting again in this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tastes like absolute shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to everyone else, his physiological reaction was the most direct expression of the \"blood\" and \"evil\" in the scene—the visceral rejection of the brutality in the performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the villa corridor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen stood with his back to everyone, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every sound from the bathroom drilled into his ears, note for note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fumbled in his pocket for his cigarette pack, trembling, and finally drew one out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head and with shaking hands struck a lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame leapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried three times before the cigarette finally caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He inhaled hard, the acrid smoke stinging his lungs and setting him into a violent fit of coughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen stared at the bathroom door, his fingertips yellowed by nicotine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast inside him called Art howled—Jiang Ci hurt more, and Jiang He in the frame became more alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was led out of the bathroom, supported on either side by Sun Zhou and one of the medics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rinsed his mouth, but the cloying sweetness would not let go, and he nearly gagged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed the set, the props team was clearing away the cake scraps and \"blood\" off the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That familiar, cloying artificial fragrance stabbed back into his nostrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body shivered instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand to cover his mouth and nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the people around him, that gesture was silently interpreted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was post-traumatic stress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop it! And put your phones away!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhang, the producer, who had stayed silent until now, could no longer stand it and shouted across the set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurried to Jiang Ci's side. Looking at this young man who could barely stay upright without Sun Zhou's help, Old Zhang's eyes reddened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take Jiang Ci to the lounge! Now! Get a doctor to put him on an IV!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several female crew members nearby watched Jiang Ci's miserable state and felt an overwhelming ache in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, delayed system prompts chimed in Jiang Ci's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding! Strong heartbreak emotion fluctuation detected...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heartbreak Value source: On-site female crew (group)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Value settled: +466 points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remaining lifespan: 15 years, 9 months, 17 days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd gained nearly two more months of life time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at the increasing number on the system panel, feeling nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted nothing now except to find a bottle of mouthwash to wash the taste from his mouth completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the VIP lounge,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was pressed onto a soft single bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Chen, part of the crew, had seen a lot, but her hand trembled as she set the IV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched the tiny raised veins on the back of Jiang Ci's hand from his violent struggles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and then his pale face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved gently; a maternal impulse rose in her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci closed his eyes and rested for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sun Zhou saw he had regained a little composure, he quickly handed back the phone he'd been keeping for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci took it with shaking hands, clutching it like a lifeline, though really he wanted to distract his retching stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou meant to stop him from looking,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but he opened his mouth and no words came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe a glance at his phone would help take his mind off it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci unlocked the screen and expressionlessly tapped the search box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was quiet around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His typing was mirrored clearly in Sun Zhou's pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou expected Jiang Ci to search \"How to treat post-traumatic stress disorder,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or \"How to find a psychologist,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or even to look up information about the scene they had just shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Ci's fingers typed slowly and deliberately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How to remove cream stains from silk?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That silk jacket used as a prop looked expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was stained, he didn't know whether they'd have to compensate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's gaze accidentally flicked to Jiang Ci's phone screen and caught that search record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked, thinking he'd misread it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the words were there, clear as day on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cream stain... silk...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's brain shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the pale young man on the bed who was still on the IV, then at the search phrase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feeling both absurd and heartbreaking crashed through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brother had been tortured to this point, nearly on the edge of collapse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and his first worry was about damaging a crew costume and having to pay for it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou lunged and grabbed the phone from Jiang Ci's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, don't look.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1167,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","270db09396e067871204d7cdaa807fbaf48169c8846e1727fe1a1e1ba65ef4ba","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-309","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-307",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]