[{"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-318":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},1297982,1723,"Chapter 318: A Silent Cry in the Rainy Night","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-318",318,"\u003Cp>Chapter 318: A Silent Cry in the Rainy Night\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the sound of a stone hitting rotten mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that final lightning-fast moment, Jiang Ci's wrist shifted by a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone grazed the back of his hand and sank heavily into the mud puddle beside it, splattering mud all over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't actually smashed his own hand bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the absolute, self-destructive resolve that erupted in that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sent a chill down Jiang Wen's spine behind the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That right hand, nearly crippled, began to tremble violently, uncontrollably, in the muddy water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang He (Jiang Ci) lay there in the mud, gasping for breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rainwater mixed with mud constantly dripping from his hair and cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torrential rain curtain before him dissolved into a swaying, indistinct play of light and shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very edge of that light and shadow, where the rain was densest, a tall, silent silhouette gradually materialized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man wore a crisp, old-style police superintendent's uniform, his epaulettes still gleaming in the gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just stood there, letting the rain wash over his sharply defined face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face bore a seventy percent resemblance to Jiang Ci's, yet was etched with greater resolve and severity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said nothing, his gaze piercing through the heavy rain curtain, silently watching his son, this wretched figure wallowing in the mud pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hallucination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this hallucination felt more real than any reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was pinned in place by that gaze, his trembling ceasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled to rise from the mud, to stand straight and walk towards that phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his legs were long numb; every exertion sank him deeper into the mire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave up on standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bit by bit, with immense difficulty, he crawled towards the phantom at the rain curtain's edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muddy water flooded into his collar, but he felt nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his consciousness was focused on that figure, growing closer and clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was only a few steps away from the phantom, close enough to even make out the outline of the police badge on the uniform,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his foot suddenly slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Splash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost his balance completely, face-first, plunging heavily into a deeper mud pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough... cough, cough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci hunched over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head, a pathetic sight, spat out several mouthfuls of turbid muddy water, and opened his eyes to look ahead again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the rain curtain's edge, the figure in the police uniform had not vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Jiang He's (Jiang Ci's) gaze, its silhouette gradually blurred, shrank,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and finally transformed into the thin, small little girl he had pushed in front of the school bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still wore that faded, old dress, the cheap plastic red flower pinned to her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the look in her eyes was no longer a child's innocence or fear; it was a gaze that pierced the rain curtain, carrying a silent accusation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was completely immersed in the role, continuing his pantomime performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body curled into a ball in the muddy water, shaking uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling, he reached his hand into the inner pocket against his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was hidden there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the script, it was a piece Jiang He had torn from a damaged corner of the school bus donation supplies,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but in his blurred vision now, it was the most glaringly bright red scarf in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers touched a piece of soft fabric, then he pulled, tearing it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at this blinding red in his palm, the muscles in his arm suddenly tensing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throw it away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his arm high, wrist cocked back, veins bulging one by one on his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand froze in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hand trembled violently, unable to hurl the red scarf away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, a sob suppressed to its absolute limit escaped from deep within his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That raised hand was abruptly withdrawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all his strength, he pressed that filthy red scarf tightly against his own heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if trying to press Jiang He's last shred of faith back into that already riddled, scarred heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotion, in this moment, was pushed to its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci threw his head back, facing that lightless, oppressive, perpetually overcast rainy night, and opened his mouth wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jawbone was dislocated from the extreme tension,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the blood vessels on his neck protruded one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest heaved violently, all the muscles in his face contorted by pain into a living rendition of \"The Scream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raindrops pelted densely against his face, against his wide-open eyeballs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a silent roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single sound issued from his gaping mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world was left with only the roar of the rain and the muffled explosion of his soul within his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera slowly rose, switching to a god's-eye view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the wide-angle lens, the artificially created rainstorm shrouded a mud pit that stretched as far as the eye could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci huddled in the center of the pit, insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He convulsed and twitched at the pit's center, finally collapsing onto the ground, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen's roar finally exploded from the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain sound ceased abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one on set made a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was still rooted to the spot, stunned by the performance they had just witnessed, forgetting to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the mud pit, Jiang Ci still lay there, unmoving, letting the residual water flow wash over his face, pale as paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he did not activate the system's [Emotion Isolation].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let that despair, that filth, that self-loathing pain run rampant through his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to remember this moment, the pain of \"Jiang He.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bro!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's anxious voice was the first to break the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged into the mud pit, stumbling through the muck to Jiang Ci's side, wanting to help him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when his hand touched Jiang Ci's body, he was horrified by the rigid feel of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's body was stiff as iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand was clenched around that filthy red scarf, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou exerted tremendous effort, finger by finger, pried open Jiang Ci's curled, rigid fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That red scarf, crushed out of shape, finally fell from his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Plop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's vacant, lifeless eyes moved slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched that deep red color being swallowed bit by bit by the churning muddy water at his feet, until it disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he shuddered uncontrollably,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not from emotion, but from his body's instinctive reaction to being soaked in cold water for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively looked at Sun Zhou, who was holding him, his gaze unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he mumbled in a breathy voice, \"Sun... Sun Zhou, my leg cramp is... it feels like it's gonna spiral into the sky...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou was stunned, thinking he was hearing things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that very instant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the rigid muscles of Jiang Ci's face suddenly twitched, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a chillingly calm tone, he whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sun Zhou, I think... I killed him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang He... died in this rain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bro... don't scare me, we're going to the hospital right now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's body began to tremble violently, uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't an act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body's instincts had finally overwhelmed all the forcibly injected emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Jiang Ci was carried back to the guesthouse by several set assistants, a chaotic, many-handed affair.\u003C\u002Fp>",1255,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6919826bbc698280a78f270f28a40b129ece439b84b53931eab67b14682f814","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-319","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-317",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]