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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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Friend

Tycondrius massaged the bridge of his nose, attempting to relieve the psychosomatic pressure of his current dilemma. 

The loss of Wroe weighed on his heart... and the thought of losing another clouded his judgment. 

However, he did not fight alone. 

While he sought to keep alive as many of his allies as possible... they were not his weakness. They were his strength. 

And so, he turned to his dear friend, Krysaos-- a man he trusted with his life, for advice. 

"Nnnnevermind!" The Captain declared, "It turns out: I have *no* idea what you were gonna say! So jus' go ahead and say it!"

Krysaos' grin lacked even a tinge of apology.

Tycon quietly cursed himself for expecting more. 

Shaking his head, he turned to address his stalwart companions. 

"Sol Invictus... the mission is not yet over. From here on, we shall recover one of our own: the Lone Shadowdark."