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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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Chosen Path

Tycondrius sought to use Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark, as their lead scout with Raphael of Cannes as his second. 

The young Ranger seemed to have a predisposition for finding traps and mimics. He would serve well to keep the other members of Letalis safe from harm. He'd be fine, too, as long as he wasn't killed in a single attack. 

Raphael, a high-tier Bravo class, was skilled at weaving in and out of close combat with his pair of axes. He could keep himself alive. Failing that, his death could provide ample opportunity for the others to reassess the situation and possibly withdraw. 

Besides, Lone wielded his mimic-destroying hammer and had expressed his willingness and excitement to utilize it. 

"With the gods as my witness, I will break every single suspicious looking wooden thing we see," Lone seethed. "I don't even care."