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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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First Ally

Imperia sat up and rubbed her head, brushing off the mud and leaves and... just... filth that was covering her. 

Without the thin layer of warmth, the sharp cold bit into her skin...

Someone had deliberately protected her while she was unconscious. 

But... who?

...Or what? 

A loud crack shocked Imperia into a state of hyper-awareness. Then she heard it again... clinking away with near-even repetition. 

Slinking away, she quietly lowered her body into the marshwater... 

It was cold.

She circulated her mana to keep warm... and to keep any strange swamp creatures from thinking she was easy prey. 

Swimming silently around the reeds, Imperia spotted a human girl in the distance. She was clumsily smashing a rock against another rock like a savage. 

What was she doing? If she was trying to make a fire, that... was not that way to go about it. 

...Was it the human child who had rescued her?