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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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The Girl in the Well (Part Two)

The pressure disappeared... gone as quick as it came. 

Finally, Krysaos was allowed to breathe. He hungrily sucked in the wet, stagnant air. 

Ugh. 

It made him want to gag... 

But before puking his insides out... he needed to stand. 

Standing sounded like a good idea. 

Krysaos was having a real shite time, though. His head and heart might've had the right idea, but his legs didn't receive orders right. 

He fell-- collapsing into the shallows with a splash. 

On his hands and knees in front of... f*ck if anyone knows who or what the thing was. 

The only thing Krysaos was certain of was... he was having a bad time. 

And then, he made it worse.

He looked up. 

He saw swords... steaming hot, like they were fresh out of the forge. Tens-- maybe hundreds of white-metal blades were emerging from the black waters. They shone... and glimmered like pearls and gemstones.