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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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Making Enemies

Tycondrius met Rena's ghostly gaze.

She looked back. She looked to her hand. Her eye widened. 

Despite the lack of blood flowing coursing through her veins, she managed to blush. 

Panic began to set in. 

"O... oy," She tried to squirm away, "Wh-what are you doing?"

Tycon pursed his lips... "Something foolish, I suppose."

He kept a firm grip on Rena's wrist as he lifted the sword in his opposite hand. 

She should have recognized it. 

It was an old blade once belonging to a Holy Swordsman named Justus... passed down from his father and perhaps his father before him. 

Rena had used the last of her mana-- her life force to enchant it, a foolhardy action that vastly expedited her death. 

The girl stared at it... but whether her wide-eyed expression was out of familiarity or fear of her possible destruction, Tycon did not care to ask. 

"Maybe this will help you remember."