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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

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Accursed Misunderstanding

Tycondrius turned to check on the state of his companions. 

Notaku was still gawking, though he had transformed from a full elf into a creature half-elf... half-sand. 

"(The Ancient... He... that... th-the drake...)"

Mmm. He'd become an imbecile. 

How unfortunate. 

Tycon looked to where Beatrice had been... and found not a theoretically loveable fire faerie, but a dull mound of loose sand. 

He brushed away the top half, and she popped out with a 'fwoosh.' 

She shook herself off and flitted about to show her gratitude. 

⊰ sand bad ⊱ 

"It *is* rather bothersome," Tycon shrugged. "I agree."

Where Yanaba's sand-drake had fallen, the Elven Chieftain pulled herself out of its unshaped remains. Numerous cuts and scrapes marred her skin and she collapsed to her knees, sputtering and coughing violently. 

Blood and sand. 

She was no longer fit for combat.