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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

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Cloud Goddess

⟬ Moon Crescent Isle, a short time earlier-- before dawn-break... ⟭ 

The clouds weren't going to last for much longer. 

They were almost out of rain. 

Once the rainfall stopped... then maybe everyone on the island would realize just how many of them had died. 

Tiny little humans. Tiny little elves. All focused on their own thing. 

No one would pay attention to the little goddess hiding in the sky. 

Jerim Jya stretched out her arm, rotating her winged staff in her palm. 

It adjusted the magnification magic in her full helmet. 

One twist cut through the darkness. 

A half-pull cut through lies and deceit. 

Bopping it a little in the right place saw through the walls built around the hearts of men. 

Jerim swept back a lock of her green hair behind an ear... 

Her mate, Rixen, always asked if he could borrow the helmet. 

'Just for an hour,' He'd say. 

Of course, she said no.