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Headed by a Snake

I woke up in this world with a System and a sword. Without hesitation, I chose to complete the princess’ quest with my weapons: Arrogance. Cunning. Pride. I will lead guild Sol Invictus. Denizens of the 7 hells, respect me. Servants of the 11 heavens, know fear. Guild Invictus, know the suffering of training so you can wrest victory from the jaws of those who dare doubt you. This is a story about a snake named Tycondrius waking up in a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. There is action, violence, unapologetic murder, and arrogant displays of power. There is an emphasis on combat growth as well as psychological growth on more than a few members of Guild Invictus. There is camaraderie and also the inevitable comedic dialogue amongst manly men. There are even elements of romance and Tycon running away from terrifying, powerful women. (Did you know most female snakes eat their partners after mating?) Give this book a read. I hope some of these stories can inspire you to fight your battles with analytical intelligence, heroic courage, and ruthless lethality. Work is completed as of 9May2024. There's also a few side-stories written in Chapter 1151! The Author is working on a new story called 'I Wish You Were Never Reborn.' After four or so years of writing, my skills have much improved. Highly recommend. Here is my discord: https://discord.gg/NNbAj7N Constructive criticism and corrections welcome. Other Authors extra-welcome. You can find a list of characters at https://snek.fandom.com/wiki/Character_List Cover image credit: Johnabrash at Fiverr

CouchSurfingDragon · Fantasy
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Clemont’s Request

"Ah, my partn-- I mean, Emilien," Said Clemont as he laughed nervously. "You're asking about Emilien."

"...Yes," Tycondrius nodded. "Yes, I am... Monsieur Clemont, I'd be rather disappointed if I were forced to repeat myself."

"Emilien, he..." Clemont rubbed his hands together, "He suffered a severe hernia two suns prior."

Tycon twisted his lips to the side. Leserre's absence would be felt, but with the numbers involved in the coming operation, a working replacement would be easy to find. 

Still... 

"That's unfortunate-- both for the war effort and on his behalf," Tycon said with a light frown. "He was looking forward to this campaign."

"Y-yes, he was," Clemont bowed. "He was... perhaps too excited. He forgot to mind our age."

"Accidents happen," Tycon waved. "I trust the relevant paperwork is in order. Get that man some recovery potions-- and has he seen a professional healer?"