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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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Lack of Professionalism

Sorina Capulet was easily the most important existence for Guild Invictus' strength and prosperity. Tycondrius would be hard-pressed to find another woman (or man) of either her class or caliber. 

She was also the weakest combatant in Sol Invictus. 

Even Popoto Potata Pota had four years of heavy sword training. 

In theory, Seldin Korr was assigned to guard Sorina against any would-be kidnappers or assassins...

"Miss Capulet..." Tycon forced a polite smile, "Where is Korr?"

"Oh?" Sorina tilted her head gleefully, "She's with Popoto Potata Pota! There's a horse-grooming competition right behind the venue."

"Why, then..." Tycon pursed his lips, "--are you not with them?"

"Makin' stacks, Boss~" She sang, fanning out a series of betting receipts as if they were playing cards. 

Oh. 

"...Very well."