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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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Circular Logic

Tycondrius hefted his bag over his shoulder. The weight of it was a unique comfort, as he would utilize most of the items inside, hopefully within the next few bells. Tycon knocked the bottom end of his halberd against the double doors of the Vanzano estate. 

A young footman answered the door, a handsome, blonde fellow, wearing the clean black attire of a uniformed servant. He wore no armor or tabard, but the stylized Vanzano lightning bolt was sewn into his clothing. 

The young man bowed politely, "Good afternoon, sirs. I must apologize. The Lord and Lady are not present, today. Please return--"

Tycon shoved the man out of the way, knocking him to the floor, "Don't care."

He strode into the spacious manor. It was worse than he had expected.