webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
1152 Chs

Three-Legged Mare

"Were it not for your ⌈Water Sphere,⌋ Captain, it's likely we would have drowned."

Tycondrius had a Gold-Rank physique, but he was by no means invincible. 

He could hold his breath longer than a regular person, but he still needed to breathe. His body was resistant but not immune to blunt trauma. 

If the summoned wave were to slam his head against a rock... or several rocks, he would lose consciousness and drown to death, just as an ordinary human would. 

For an adventurer that mostly travels by land, it would have been somewhat ironic. 

Krysaos rubbed his hairy hands against his weathered face, "F*ck, man... maybe it'll be better if I just... stay on land for the rest of my gods-damned life."

Tycon sat on a rock across from him, "It may not be my place... but it is my firm belief that a Captain should not--"

"I said not to--"

"Krysaos," Tycon glared... "Please don't interrupt."