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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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Tested (Part Four)

Tycondrius stabbed at the retreating Tanamar, only for his sword to be deflected downward and his wrist grabbed. The Holy Lancer directed a powerful knee at his face, which Tycon managed to soften by blocking with his offhand palm. He used the momentum of the blow to throw himself back, simultaneously twisting his wrist to escape Tanamar's grasp. 

A 'Holy Lance' jabbed at his face-- forcing Tycon to dodge and slip the series of attacks. He deflected the fourth thrust... a noticeably shallow strike. 

Tycon was... not a combat class. In a normal combat situation, he often relied on his allies, his skills, his bloodline abilities, and even alternate weaponry. In terms of pure skill... he was being slightly outclassed by the Holy Lancer. 

Tanamar smashed the side of his mana spear against a point between Tycon's neck and collar. A normal person would have been knocked out by such a strike.