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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 · Fantasie
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Dawn

For a fleeting moment, Domhnall fancied himself an Oracle. 

He could see the future. 

Guorthigirn was going to die. 

The Giant King clapped his hands together, the force creating a blast that nearly toppled Domhnall to the ground. 

It was some kind of spatial magic. Guorthigirn reached into a mysterious crack-- a rip in the fabric of matter or space... 

From it, he produced a weapon befitting his size: a massive, two-handed warhammer... a Giant Warhammer. 

Why?

No-- that was a foolish question.

A proper weapon was appropriate to wield in order to confront a powerful enemy.

A better question was: why in the seVeN HELLS did Guorthigirn not summon his weapon earlier? 

It was common sense-- if a trained combatant used some kind of weapon, that granted them... a greater reach... a greater threat level...