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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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Look at Me

The Holy Princess sighed and shook her head. 

[You are one of our dearest friends,] she signed. [I wish you would be more confident.]

Out of nervousness, Gobbuto tried to change the topic. 

"If... fishing for cards... not so good... we can use sticks and twine. We go outside. I will give instruction."

There were few topics in which Gobbuto was confident in teaching Pale... and in those few, he doubted he had much. 

Since the Heroes had returned from the Outer Planes, the man once a couple years his junior had become his senior. 

It wounded his pride to be surpassed in a way he never thought possible-- but only slightly. 

Pale was a Hero. He was not bound to the common logic of the Realm. That was an indisputable fact, drilled into his head, from accompanying the Hero Party in the wilds of the Old Country. 

[What's wrong, my Hero?] the Holy Princess signed, looking to Pale. 

"He's not *yours* Troia," Ree mumbled.