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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 · Fantasía
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Elevator Thoughts (Part One)

"That..." Pale frowned. 

Tycondrius took a deep breath, shaking his head. The boy wasn't content with his previous answer... as true as it was. 

The former leader of Sol Invictus was an Elven Pathfinder Ranger named Quies. 

Such a name was far too magnificent for the likes of that fellow... He and the rest of the guild merely called him Quay. 

The elf was a simple and generally carefree fellow. He didn't particularly care for the negative opinions of others. 

He was competitive. He craved attention. He was prone to whining about insignificant things... often. 

No matter the task, Quay performed it to the best of his ability... be it training, fighting... playing children's card games. 

He was incapable of doing otherwise. 

To speak well of him, he was optimistic and unfaltering, as well as clever when it came to combat and swordplay. 

To speak more plainly, Quay was the most effective idiot he knew.