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 · Fantasie
Zu wenig Bewertungen
1152 Chs

Five Minute Break

⟬ A short distance away... ⟭ 

Meeting an ally in the Tree God's Forest was completely unexpected. 

More unexpected still, it was one of Sol Invictus' own... but better for it. 

⟬ Tres Leches, Adamantine-Rank Weapon Spirit. ⟭ 

The Dark Iron Wolf's presence was welcome... even if it raised as many concerns as it quelled. 

He had grown substantially in strength since Tycon last saw him. 

As he moved naturally, he exuded a particularly pungent bitterness of metal-type mana. 

Tres Leches had perfected his transformation skill. His flesh and fur were protected by an invisible and elaborate mana shield, no weaker than his dark iron-plated natural form. 

Even his physical size had grown almost two-fold...

However, to Tycon's relief, some things did not change. 

The glutton remained ravenous for one of his specialties: red-and-black peppercorn venison jerky.