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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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"It has to be you," Natalya whined, "you have the Warlord Class... the strongest Tactician-type Class in existence."

Tycondrius chuckled lightly in response. 

"Oh, Natalya... you would have the greatest human armies in the Realm headed by a snake?"  Surely, you see the absurdity in the notion."

Natalya lifted her head... then headbutted his solar plexus. 

Tycon attempted to stifle a grunt, turning it into an awkward exhale. 

Thankfully, Natalya did not call attention to it. 

"It'sh not what I meant," She muttered. 

"Then... what did you mean?"

"Stroke my head."

"...Sorry, I'm not following the logic."

Natalya lifted her head, meeting his eyes, "Just do it or I'll have you crucified."

"...Very well."

Facing the theoretical threat of painful execution, Tycon did as he was told.