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Headed by a Snake

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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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Chapter 1Prologue

The biting chill of the starlit night dulled Barza's senses. He couldn't shake the foreboding feeling of being watched-- being followed.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Barza mumbled under his breath. His companions wouldn't listen to his gripes and worries. He had joined the group a fortnight prior and had yet to earn enough respect necessary to have a voice among them. Even still, he hoped at least one of them would listen to reason. He found himself complaining again... which was against his better judgment. 

"That guy said he was a noble! And we kn--"

Before he could finish, a sudden shove forced him back. Unable to keep his balance, he slammed his elbow awkwardly and painfully against a brick wall.

"Shut up, Barza. A coward isn't fit to lead."

Half a dozen men moved in the shadows past him-- each of them glaring in varying levels of malice.

"It was your bleeding idea to mess with him in the first place, idiot."

"Idiot."

"Coward."

The rear man, Kevand, prodded Barza along, "Stick to the plan, Recruit. It ain't the first time we've robbed a noble. In fact, Baron Tavor encourages it."

The others grunted in agreement, only leaving Barza to swallow his words in silence. He had a bad feeling that he couldn't shake. He didn't want to cross the golden-eyed noble. Nor his giant, axe-wielding bodyguard.

But the noble had gold. Lots of it. He and a few others had glimpsed at the youth's bulging wallet when he paid for his meal. 

For the Shadowdark Wolves, it was enough coin to risk capturing, robbing, and maybe even ransoming the youth. Barza took a deep breath to calm himself. Having a share of stolen coin would save him from worrying whether or not he'd have a place to sleep-- at least for a few weeks.

The unmistakable twang of a crossbow echoed through the night alleyways, sending the Wolves into a panic. The men began to sweep their bullseye lanterns around them in an uncoordinated crisscross.

"Ambush!" "Check behind us!" "Where is he?!"

Denman was the unlucky man who took the first position in the line of thugs. He turned back... his bottom lip quivered and his mouth hung open in shock. There was a crossbow bolt in his chest, stuck right in his heart. He hadn't instantly died, like in the stories... but death's sweet embrace would come for him soon.

And he would die for nothing.

In a sudden jerk of movement, the golden eyes of a predator emerged from the darkness. A hand snatched out, gripping Denman's face.

"Denman!" "What the hell are you doing, kid!!" The men shouted.

Barza took a step back. "It's.. It's him."

He knew what was happening, but he wanted to deny it, to repress the twisted gut-feeling of danger. Barza became a religious man, hastily praying silently to any god that could hear him.

He could have begged. He could have pleaded for the Wolves to listen. He could have used his fists to convince them. He could have drawn his blade against the men he worked with, men directly under the employ of the Baron.

A man was dead and Barza keenly felt the guilt in that he could have prevented it.

Tycon smiled the same gentle smile he'd showed them in the inn. Barza wanted to close his eyes and convince himself that nothing was amiss. He wanted to be back under the eating hall's chandelier, warm, safe-- when everything was fine.

The sound Denman's head cracking against a nearby brick wall, shook Barza from his reverie... and he returned to his waking nightmare. With two swift movements of Tycon's short sword, blood spilled from open holes in the side of Denman's neck and in the pit of his arm. 

"No!" Cutter shouted. He could scream, but he couldn't have changed Denman's fate. The golden-eyed youth swiftly and smoothly whipped his arm down, his expression unchanging. Cutter stood still, blinking like a fool.

"Oy. Cutter..." Kevand gulped, "Don't just stand there."

Kevand was the only man able to speak. Barza wanted to scream. He wanted to run. But he could only watch as Cutter's dagger clanged upon the cobblestones... and his hands tightly gripped at his neck... and blood seeped unforgivingly through his dirty fingers.

Tycon took three steps to the right, allowing Denman's body to slump against the brick wall and down onto the dirt. Tycon pat Cutter's shoulder, like he was greeting a long-time friend. Then he ran his sword along the back of the man's knees, dropping him to the ground without ceremony.

Two drops of bright red blood stained the youth's smiling face. 

Barza paled, "Two… Two men… Dead."

"W… Wh-..." Lean gripped his sword tight, his hand trembling, "We…"

Tycon grabbed Lean's collar and pulled him close, "OUT WITH IT, BOY!"

The cold-blooded murderer screamed in Lean's face at the top of his lungs. 

Barza and the remaining Wolves found themselves stepping back. A young, beardless youth, barely past his teens and nearly half their size was grabbing a grown man and treating him with nothing but disrespect.

"Rookies... the lot of you," The noble muttered. "Just this little amount of blood and you turn into mewling whelps. Dogs willing to use violence to herd sheep shouldn't be surprised to chance upon a wolf."

"We're… We're backed by Baron Ta--"

"--Shut up."

Lean wasn't able to finish his sentence, as a stream of smooth, crimson red began spilling from his mouth. With a shove stronger than the boy's physique suggested, Lean fell backward, and Barza threw himself out of the way. There was a gaping wound in Lean's gut.

Tycon casually whipped his sword in a sideward stroke, painting the wall a grisly curve of blood. He spoke calmly, a gentle teacher admonishing his students.

"A belated lesson, gentleman: Referencing your backers..."

With an unkind kick, Tycon flipped Denman's body face-up. The dead man's face was contorted into an open-eyed scream of horror at his own death.

"...is a tactic used best *prior* to conflict-resolution."

The noble crouched down beside Denman, twisting and wrenching at the stuck crossbow bolt embedded in his chest. With the sound of tearing meat, a weak but noticeable fountain of blood spurted from the fatal wound.

"For one, if I cared-- it's far too late. I have been attacked. And I have responded in... self-defense." The noble shrugged his shoulders in an insincere apology.

"But-- that's-- But you--" Kevand began to argue back.

Barza had always known him as the most level-headed veteran in the team. Hearing the uncertainty in his voice instilled Barza with a new feeling of dread.

"For a second point, which no one ever remembers, mind you-- No one cares! I can have you killed in your beds at night. I can kill you in a daytime alleyway, with only the rats to witness. I can kill every single one of you to save the hassle. Or if any of you whelplings run off, I can flat out deny ever seeing any of you."

Tycon bent over to grab the end of Cutter's cloak, using it to wipe his blooded blade clean.

"It's a noble's word against yours. Look at you shameful lot. No tabards, no uniforms, armor that's passed down at best and stolen at worst. No one gives a shite about any of you peasants. And no one in this city's going to have the balls to keep me, a noble, arrested in one place on unproven charges."

Barza's mind raced. He couldn't feel anything but fear. None of the others could have imagined any complications to arise from this situation... and everything that was happening was one unwelcome surprise after another.

"And third--"

Tycon's face crumpled into a look of revulsion as he firmly pointed at Barza with his sword.

"Mister Barza! What!? By the gods, man, WHAT?! ARE YOU DOING?!?"

Hot tears ran down Barza's cheeks as he looked to where Tycon's sword pointed. Revealed in the lantern light, he had pissed the front of his trousers.

Barza bowed his head in shame, "I'm… I'm sorry, Sir Tycondrius."

"You're… What? You're SORRY? Why-- Augh. Have some self-respect."

Tycon turned to glare at Kez, one of the three remaining men. "Third!"

Kez stared back, staring into glowing golden eyes with elliptical pupils. He wasn't staring at the eyes of another man. He was staring at the eyes of a monster.

Kez began to choke, clutching at his chest, unable to breathe. The man collapsed, gargling blood.

"S-spellcaster…" Barza collapsed to his knees. It was over.

Kevand dropped his lantern, gripping both hands around his sword, "Spellcaster! I'll cut you down before you have enough time to cast another spell!" 

With a promise of victory, Kevand, the last man standing, lunged forward.

"Spellcaster?" Tycon chuckled. "I suppose. Struggle to the last."

Barza hadn't realized when he shut his eyes. But his ears did not hear the sound of a blade cutting flesh. Instead, he heard the dull thud and rattling clangs of a longsword forced from a man's grip. Summoning his courage, Barza slowly lifted his head. Opening his eyes, he saw a vision of Death.

Death was a long white snake, its writhing mass thicker than a dozen men, illuminated by the glowing moon and the dancing embers of dropped broken lanterns. Kevand struggled. Kevand screamed. But soon, the screaming stopped, replaced by the soft arrhythmic song of bones being displaced in its casing of blood and meat.

Barza spoke softly, "Th-third… What was… the…"

The head of the snake remained unmoving, staring deep into Barza's soul with its speckled golden eyes. And with the noble's voice, emanating from the white snake, it spoke.

"Predators needn't listen to prey."

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The best way to describe this novel for me would be, a more bloody, gory and dark version of konosuba. The main character reincarnates in the body of the current guild leader of Invictus, a member of the Medusa race, and with some fragmented memories of his new body. And he has only a system ( with no personality or system store with stupid quests, thank God) to inform him of the names of the people around him, and there status and hostility level. And apparently it can analyse and copy the skills and abilities of other people and creatures...? I love the character design of this novel, the characters in this novel feel more 'alive', the enemies aren't evil for the sake of being evil, they each have there own personalities, with there own motivations, ambitions and dreams. There are however some problems, for example, the lack of explanation of how the power system works, how magic works, the difference between the races in this world, etc... Like, it's fine if everything isn't explained to the last detail. But at least having a more detailed explanation about the race of the main character, the Medusa race, and about is strength, like, sometimes he looks super powerful and other times weak, tho he looks more like an assassin for the most part, maybe that's why. One thing in this novel is the, sometimes, excessive pov change, like, you can pass 5 or more chapters following the other characters going throught aventures and life or death battles, finding love, etc... . And you start wondering if the main character started hibernating or something. Don't get me wrong, the pov changes aren't bad and are very good even. It's just they are to God damn long, and when one ends, another starts. And that can be very frustrating, especially when you what to know the background and abilities of the main character. All in all, it's a great story. :-)

Nat1LifeLv11

I'll be direct. Love the work, don't understand why it doesn't have more views, want more of these kinds of novels. So many people who are writing "reborn in a new world with a system" have ****ty grammar, nonsensical wish fulfilment storylines and stupid plot developments. I dont understand why they have 10s or 100s of times more views than this. Now, with my rant out of the way, I'll give my grade to boost the novels rating as a straight 5, and give some of my selfish opinionated thoughts. I have only read somewhat after ch70, but in my self entitled opinion, that is enough to judge. Writing quality - Hey, it's real English. Meaning there are no typos or stupid grammar or horribly translated, out of context sentences. And oh my god thank you for no repeating, overused and unimaginative descriptions like "it was like the difference between heaven and earth". Story development - Somewhat irregular, but not in a bad way. The important parts that you want to read are well detailed and narrated. The combat, the encounters, character interactions etc. The tedious things like battle aftermath or uneventful traning are sorted out in a few paragraphs. Character design - Interesting, strong(personality), and loveable characters. Or hateable depends on what floats ur boat. The speech patterns between the character are easily recognisable and consistent. World background - Didn't get much of it so far, but what I did, I liked. Introduced Countries/kingdoms/empires seem interesting and promising, and the world seems to slowly be coming alive. I still don't have any idea about the world's geography, like the amount of continents, world size or climate for that matter(other than it seems to constantly be cold. Maybe its winter idunno). But hey, neither do most Americans about earth(Ha). No offense, just stereotypeing. Overall, quite an enjoyable read and much more deserving than most of the trash on the top charts, and with better writing quality. Save a few. Hey, I said that I'd be direct, not quick.

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