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I Woke Up as the Beast King...

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I Woke Up as the Beast King follows a modern-day transmigrator who finds herself reborn as Felicity, the vicious tiger destined to be slain by the ruthless cultivator Silas Brooks in the climax of a xianxia novel. Trapped in the body of a magnificent beast with human instincts—squeamish about blood, picky about food, and hopelessly clumsy—Felicity upends the original plot by surviving Silas’ blade through sheer absurdity. Forced into an uneasy alliance, the two navigate a world of scheming sects and vengeful spirits. Along the way, Felicity befriends Celia, a fiery fox spirit with hidden motives, while Silas struggles between his duty to exterminate demons and his growing attachment to this baffling, human-hearted tiger. As Felicity masters her shapeshifting abilities, she discovers darker truths: Celia manipulated her to awaken her spirit core, and Silas’ sect has orchestrated her role in his ascension. When a village crisis forces Felicity to unleash her full power, Silas spirals into madness, slaughtering his own sect upon mistakenly believing her dead. The story culminates in a desperate reunion at the cliff’s edge, where Felicity stops his suicidal leap—not out of obligation, but because their fractured souls, though scarred by betrayal, refuse to let go. Blending dark humor and emotional depth, the tale explores identity, found family, and the chaos of rewriting fate. Final line: "Yes," I breathed against his mouth. "I'm home."
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When I transmigrated into this world, the story was nearing its climax. 

Silas Brooks stood poised to slay the vicious tiger—his final trial before ascension. 

Unfortunately, I was that tiger. 

*A magnificent striped beast with a white blaze upon its brow.*

 

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Silas leveled his sword at me while I still struggled to command four unfamiliar limbs. 

Each paw rebelled against its fellows, tangling in chaotic discord until my legs knotted like a grisly pretzel. 

 

The Taoist watched my worm-like writhing, his expression caught between suspicion and disbelief. 

"Save your tricks, beast," he warned, though his voice faltered as my limbs abruptly splayed into an impossible split— 

*Had I just... achieved full contortionist pose?* 

 

A searing cramp tore through my overextended muscles. 

"Rooooaaargh!" My pained roar shook the pine needles overhead. 

 

Silas averted his gaze, sheathing his blade with unsettling finality. 

"Does this mean I live?" I rasped, panting through the agony. 

He shook his head, moonlight catching the frost in his eyes. "To kill something this dense with a blade would be an insult to fine steel." 

 

As my ears drooped, his attention drifted to my downy underbelly. "...Perhaps," he conceded after a weighted pause, "you might serve as a mount?" 

I bobbed my massive head with desperate vigor. "Deal!" 

*Survival first. In the original tale, this practitioner of the Ruthless Dao had flayed demons alive for lesser offenses.*