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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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Robbery

Tycondrius gave Sasha and Isidor their pocket money and shooed them off to get into trouble. Sasha was a clever young lady and Isidor was... old enough to take care of himself. 

The chocolate elf took Isidor by the hand and dragged him off. Sasha was a verbally quiet young lady but had no issue acting upon her impulses and curiosities. 

...It was a disservice to the city of Caeruleum that Tycon unleashed the two of them... but their little 'adventure' without supervision would be conducive to their growth. 

Lone had the privilege of choosing their destination. It was his Name-day, after all. The two of them traveled to a different tavern: dirtier, cheaper, and with a larger collection of unwashed adventurers than the Broken Drum. 

Tycon swirled his wine cup, noting not one, but two still-living flies, struggling within it. He calmly called over one of the tavern waitstaff. He was provided with a decanter. 

It would do.