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The last thing you remember is the blue glow of your phone screen, the bitter taste of a terrible novel. Now, damp earth fills your nostrils. Morning light filters through a canopy of ancient trees, painting shifting patterns on moss-covered roots. A low growl rumbles nearby. You turn your head slowly. A beast, all matted fur and gleaming fangs, is sniffing your hair, its belly pressed against your side. Its red eyes meet yours. You've transmigrated into that Xianxia novel. you, what's your first move?