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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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Tycondrius closed the door behind him. 

Lieutenant Mina was installed in the Captain's bed. 

Sweat poured down her gaunt face and uncovered skin, soaking the sheets through. The luster of her purple hair and mermaid tail might have made fine treasures for a collector... but they'd grown dull and dry. 

Her pallor heavily implied the unlikeliness of her survival. 

Without her usual coral armor, Mina looked small and frail-- more like a child than the weapon she was crafted to be.

Bandages covered her bosom, a mark of dried blood in a single spot. 

The poisoned crossbow bolt had struck her near the heart. 

Yet still... she breathed. 

She lived. 

As for the reasons... it was due in part to Tycon's Support Skill: ⌈Desire Trigger,⌋ her Iron-Rank physique, and... her ever-dwindling force of will. 

Though Captain Krysaos had incurred no obvious physical injuries, he too was in a state of suffering.