[{"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-329":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},1297993,1723,"Chapter 329: A Drop of Heart's Blood, a Bloodstained Medal","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-329",329,"\u003Cp>Chapter 329: A Drop of Heart's Blood, a Bloodstained Medal\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The comment section under Spark Media’s official Weibo had already fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of public opinion reversed completely in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry… I apologize for my earlier trash talk, I really was out of line.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cortisol 98… I looked it up, that’s a number you only get from long-term extreme pain and intense pressure… How on earth did he survive that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who reported him, stand up and show yourself! You weren’t trying to smear him, you were trying to kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So he didn’t fake withdrawal symptoms at all, he actually suffered a real withdrawal episode that he forced himself through?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former little haters were collectively silenced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless passersby, shocked by this brutal truth, poured into the comments and left waves of “so heartbroken” and “salute.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hashtag “Jiang Ci PTSD” surged back to the top with even more terrifying heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the apartment, Sun Zhou’s cheeks flushed with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We won! Ci-ge! We won! Director Lin’s move to cut the root of the problem—she’s basically a god!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan’s call rang at the perfect moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci put it on speaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Starting today, for fifteen days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan’s order carried no emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, are grounded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sun Zhou, I’ll send you a ‘weight-gain plan.’ Three meals a day, two snacks, one midnight meal, follow the meal plan strictly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve hired a nutritionist and a private chef, they’ll deliver on time every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Jiang Ci doesn’t get his weight back to the standard line within this half month, both your monthly and year-end bonuses are cancelled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou shivered, snapped to attention, and shouted into the phone, “I guarantee we’ll complete the task!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci finally reacted, slowly raising a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reporting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan paused on the other end, “Speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can… we add one more serving of grilled cold noodles?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence filled the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Lin Wan’s suppressed, towering rage ripped through the receiver:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still dare to crave street food?! Jiang Ci, do you want to go underground and meet your father right now?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call was mercilessly cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stared at the dim screen and sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Capitalists really are ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the following half month, Jiang Ci lived the most degenerate yet most regimented life of his acting career.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only exercise he had was wobbling from the bedroom to the living room and then back to the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom and Jerry on the TV had been on loop for three cycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the top-tier nutrition team’s feeding, his weight rose visibly by the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hollows on his cheeks caused by hunger filled out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and flesh finally hung on his frame, no longer that precarious skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-December, the day before the Xiamen Golden Rooster Awards ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan knocked on the apartment door accompanied by someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visitor was Tony, an acknowledged “master” in the fashion circle,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his wildly tailored rose-pink suit announcing his eccentric aesthetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he entered, his gaze scanned Jiang Ci from head to toe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and he said, “Oh? It’s you? The kid who nearly quit the industry after torturing himself like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, assistants opened massive garment trunks, and a row of spring-summer haute couture instantly lit up the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From silver tassels encrusted with rhinestones to exaggerated peacock-feather shoulder pieces, each piece screamed flamboyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard your story.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony held up a silver tassel jacket and gestured against Jiang Ci,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need ‘rebirth’! ‘Nirvana’! A phoenix rising from the ashes! It must shine, it must dazzle, we must make everyone see that you are back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci still wore his SpongeBob pajamas,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>half a piece of tiramisu dangling from his mouth as he mumbled a reply,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet his gaze lingered on the lavish outfits for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony frowned, “Get rid of this ridiculous sleepwear, let me see your body stats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obediently, Jiang Ci walked into the bedroom and came back without his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room fell instantly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s flamboyant smile froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That body, despite half a month of feeding, still could not be called robust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muscle lines were not exaggerated, yet every inch held a cold, hard sense of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few faint scars were branded across his abdomen, medals left by Icebreaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was not the most shocking thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jiang Ci himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood quietly, cake’s sweet greasiness still on his mouth, yet his aura was calm and dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those gorgeous clothes suddenly looked cheap against a body steeped in story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s professional instinct told him this was not a phoenix’s rebirth; this was an ancient blade that had drunk blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To lace an ancient blood-drinking sword in lace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aesthetic certainty wavered violently,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and only after a full thirty seconds did he snap back, “Withdraw everything! Take it all away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistants scrambled to stow away the priceless couture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony grabbed his phone and dialed a transcontinental number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s me, Tony.” His voice was taut. “Immediately, right now, contact the Paris headquarters. I want to retrieve from the archive the piece numbered ‘Abyss’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, the matte black set! Airfreight it over! I don’t care how you do it, by sunrise tomorrow it must be in Xiamen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Tony looked at Jiang Ci and, for the first time, used a nearly reverent form of address.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Jiang, please wait here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, the suit named “Abyss” was delivered to the hotel suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top-tier fabric, impeccable tailoring, presented in a matte black that seemed to swallow all light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci put it on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suit added no color to him; instead it stripped away every pretense,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving only a lonely, powerful core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan watched from the side and realized with a start that in only a few months,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the boyishness on Jiang Ci had been completely soaked through with a sense of solitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there with a presence that rivaled any veteran actor who had weathered decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony approached with a velvet box and carefully opened it in front of Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay a vintage brooch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A platinum base set with a pigeon-blood ruby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red was rich and deep, striking against the pure black fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s trembling hand pinned the brooch to the left lapel, over the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blood Medal,” Tony murmured, “this is the real ‘rebirth.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drop of heart-blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the red that Jiang He had protected in the rainy night’s mud, the scalding spray from the explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also a blood-stained medal bought with actor Jiang Ci’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at himself in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange, yet familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to move his facial muscles, wanting to force a servile, flattering smile that belonged to Ah He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how he tried, he could no longer produce that rotten-to-the-bone expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he had to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon, accompanied by Lin Wan and Sun Zhou, Jiang Ci arrived at the airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They went through the VIP channel, but outside the channel stood a dense crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of fans, somehow having learned the flight information, had already been waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood quietly, spontaneously forming a neat line behind the cordon line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each face wore a solemn expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang Ci’s figure appeared, the crowd stirred lightly, then quickly quieted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The airport noise felt cut off by an invisible wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No screaming, no chants, only dozens of devout gazes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou felt his scalp go numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stopped, looked toward that silent crowd from a dozen meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed to them deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last someone in the crowd could not hold back and cried out excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci straightened, turned, and walked into security without hesitation or regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, a rolling chorus rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Ci! We’ll wait for you to come back!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1302,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","78144eda571484fe3bd487e6a769cc6f41fb7a82734220c16d907890732596ca","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-330","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-328",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]