[{"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-320":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},1297984,1723,"Chapter 320: The Multiple-Choice Question on the Knife's Edge","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-320",320,"\u003Cp>Chapter 320: The Multiple-Choice Question on the Knife's Edge\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this question left his lips, Jiang Wen behind the monitor tensed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This line wasn't in the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Lei Zhong's improvisation, a deadly test thrown at Jiang Ci by the veteran actor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If answered wrong, all the groundwork laid for the character Jiang He would collapse in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's heart gave a violent squeeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high fever made his brain work sluggishly. But it was precisely this physiological sluggishness that allowed his body's instincts to outpace his conscious thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An instinct born of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand clumsily, wiping it across his sweat-drenched face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was awkward, carrying a hint of neurotic desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was flushed red with fever, twisting into an expression that was neither a proper cry nor a proper laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I'm feeling terrible. I'm craving 'that stuff'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This reply, delivered lightly, carried an undeniable ring of truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long-term addict controlled by drugs, after a period of extreme mental tension,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the most instinctive reaction isn't fear or greed, but the physiological craving brought on by withdrawal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This answer perfectly explained his uncontrollable cold sweat and those subtle tremors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong stared at him, the scrutinizing glint in those murky eyes not fading immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office fell into a terrifying silence, broken only by Jiang Ci's heavy, suppressed panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, Lei Zhong suddenly laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a contemptuous laugh, the kind a controller has for the controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fished a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, didn't light it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and casually tossed it at Jiang Ci's feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Worthless trash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisis was thus averted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Jiang Wen's tense back finally relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the humble figure on the screen bending down to pick up the cigarette, an irrepressible excitement burning in his own murky eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kid caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he caught it fucking beautifully!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong paid no more attention to the \"waste\" trembling at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around, his gaze returning to the border map on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plot was back on track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand, his thick finger tracing across the map,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finally landing on three routes marked out in red marker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah He.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, Uncle.\" Jiang Ci had already straightened up, tucking the unlit cigarette behind his ear, and followed closely behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These three routes can all get you across the border.\" Lei Zhong tapped his finger on the map. \"If it were you, which one would be the safest?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a multiple-choice question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also the ultimate test for the character Jiang He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's gaze fell on the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fever blurred his vision, but the routes he had desperately memorized were crystal clear in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Route A, the main highway, but with three official border checkpoints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Route B, deep mountains and dense forests, the longest journey, with only one local militia outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Route C, the shortest route, crossing a bottomless cliff and chasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dead end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal undercover would choose B.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer provided by the script was also B.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Ci's mind held no script at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Jiang He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A madman never takes the safe road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A desperado specializes in picking the most dangerous path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached back and drew the dagger from his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shing—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft metallic whisper, a flash of cold light in the cramped office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cinematographer's lens snapped to follow, locking onto that gleam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone could react,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci violently slammed the dagger down onto the map!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp blade pierced through the tough parchment map, its tip burying deep into the wall behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spot the dagger struck was not Route A, not Route B.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Route C, the route representing sheer cliffs and a one-in-ten-thousand chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's hand still pressed on the hilt, veins bulging on the back of his hand from the force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly raised his head, tilting it to the side, looking at the completely stunned Lei Zhong beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his feverishly flushed face, a maniacal grin split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words fell, a shock ran through everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare collect souls there. The cops definitely won't dare go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid has gone mad with the role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the first thought that popped into Lei Zhong's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the sickly smile on Jiang Ci's face, at the bloodshot yet startlingly bright eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stunned for a moment, unable to distinguish whether the person before him was Jiang Ci or Jiang He, driven mad by his own pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ruthless disregard for life, this gambler's spirit of \"placing oneself in a deadly situation to find a way out\"—how could this be acted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was clearly a genuine desperado!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen gripped the monitor's frame, his whole body trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, not even registering the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is fucking it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone capable of becoming a trusted confidant to an ambitious, ruthless character like Cha Cai could never be some timid, cautious small fry!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the madness he wanted! This gambler's spirit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAHAHAHAHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earth-shaking laughter shattered the office's silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong erupted into a burst of hearty, unrestrained laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended a large, cattail-leaf-fan-sized hand and slapped Jiang Ci's shoulder heavily, again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good! Good! Good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The more dangerous the place, the safer it is! Well said!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Jiang Ci, the admiration on his face completely undisguised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he yanked off a wooden waist token engraved with complex patterns hanging from his own belt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and tossed it directly into Jiang Ci's arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From today on, in this stronghold, you can go wherever you want except my bedroom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone who dares stop you, you slap them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci fumbled to catch the heavy waist token, looking utterly dazed by this sudden reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately hunched over, wearing a servile, ingratiating smile that went straight to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Uncle! Thank you, Uncle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched the waist token tightly to his chest, as if he had been given the most delicious bone in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the instant he lowered his head, in a corner no one could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes lowered, a cold glint churning in their depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key to open the gates of this hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had finally obtained it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After filming wrapped, Lei Zhong didn't immediately return to the guesthouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a set assistant pull up the playback from the day's shoot and sat alone before the empty monitor, watching it over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, the image froze at the moment Jiang Ci stabbed the dagger into the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That crazed, twisted face was magnified on the display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong lit a cigarette and took a drag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the familiar-yet-strange young man on the screen for a very, very long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he shook his head and stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Director Jiang.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That kid...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Acting opposite him... it's a real fucking rush!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1220,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","90f8f022ea2ee9660648eed07a7eba9db7ab6ae890880bea7b81bd9a5679140b","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-321","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-319",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]