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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

Underfoot

It was Soren. The half-man was still making the motions of laughter... insistently pointing beside him. 

The Rat next to Benji had taken Soren's flintlock and swallowed the round... the hole in the back of his head was bigger than a fist. He could make out the fat spilled on the street that used to be the inside of the guy's skull. 

That he couldn't hear didn't make any sense. 

He heard the thump of the guy's head smacking the pavement. 

...but he didn't hear the 'bang'. He couldn't hear how hard Soren was laughing. He couldn't hear himself pray to gods he didn't believe in. 

The walls were vomiting bits and pieces of the people Benji called his family, fleshy parts slowly sliding down in trails of blood. Forearms and feet, torn faces and flaps of skin with blood-mucked hair-- everything got spit up, covered in viscera and bile. 

The darkness couldn't stand the taste of thieves, extortionists, and murderers. And why would it?