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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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Mundane

Atlantea performed another one of her rituals, bidding the large oyster before Tycondrius and Krysaos to open. 

Revealed within... was a bronze-skinned humanoid. 

The short, dark hair was familiar to him... as well as the powerful build. However, the gentleman's body was more... lithe, its defined muscles more compact. 

He was not human. The fellow's tapered ears were undeniable proof of that. Just as strange, his facial hair had not yet grown back, though it had been several suns since he'd last shaved. 

The shape of his face was different than Tycon knew. However, a combat scar remained on his cheek-- one that he had personally seen the gentleman earn. 

The oystered man was... Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark-ened... Elf. 

Without armor... without clothing... he tightly held the twinned Swords of the Forgotten King in his hands. 

"Huh," Krysaos crossed his arms... "Those... don't look like swords.