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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 · Fantasi
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1152 Chs

Dark Humor

The Rat's voice echoed ominously off the alley walls.

'Don't be scared. There's nothin' to be scared of...' Benji cursed under his breath. 'It's stupid to be scared... and I ain't neither.'

The worst that could happen... was dying.

People died all the time. 

It was something every gangster-- every person born in the Realm accepted. Being scared of death all the time-- that wasn't any way to live. Sometimes, that could be the very thing that led to dying. 

Benji had seen it. Dying in fear was an ugly death. 

"Hey, Doan," The brave Rat reached up to shake the fat man's shoulder. "We gotta go. Mission's f*cked. Gods-damned everything is f*cked."

Benji narrowed his eyes as they slowly adjusted to his surroundings-- darker than sin. 

Something was wrong.

It was Doan, alright. It had to be.