林毅揉了揉太阳穴，这脑袋瓜子还疼得紧。他挣扎着从草地上爬起来，拍了拍衣服上的泥土，环顾四周。青山绿水，蓝天白云，鸟语花香，怎么看怎么像旅游景点的宣传册。

“我这是在哪？”林毅嘀咕着， memories like fragments of a shattered mirror started to surface. He remembered the intense pain, the (inaudible) roar of wind and fire, and then nothingness. A fierce battle replayed in his mind. He, an ordinary university student, had been shot down by an unknown enemy during a hiking trip. Now, he was in some fantasy world.

As he walked deeper into the forest, the scenery gradually changed. The trees became thicker, the underbrush denser, and the air grew heavier, filled with a faint smell of damp earth and腐叶. Suddenly, a low growl interrupted his thoughts.

林毅警惕地停下脚步，握紧了拳头。他听出声音来自不远处的一只野兽，体型庞大，气势凶猛。他咽了口唾沫，尽量让自己显得不那么显眼。然而，这只野兽显然已经发现了他，一步步逼近，露出獠牙，滴着涎水。

“妈的，遇上野兽了。”林毅心里一紧，但脸上却尽量保持镇定。他悄悄掏出手机——当然，这在这个世界是屠龙刀，根本打不开。他只好硬着头皮，准备拼死一搏。

“吼！”野兽发动猛扑，林毅就地一滚，躲过了攻击。他顺手抄起一根树枝，但很快就被野兽踹飞。他咬着牙，忍着疼痛，再次爬起来。