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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 · ファンタジー
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Troia’s Command

The traditionally attractive, curly-haired blonde woman stood up from the full liquor bar and walked over with her usual, hip-swaying gait. 

"Good morning, Boss," Lulu said, raising her drink in a toast. 

In her hand was a stylish glass cup filled with a vibrant concoction. Franz was useless for most everything, but he had some skill in a particular modern magic... something he referred to as 'mixology.'

Perhaps that was why Tycondrius kept him around...

He steadily got to his feet. 

Considering recent events, he should have been under the effects of mana exhaustion. 

That he was not... was highly suspicious. 

"Report," he growled. 

"It's all gravy in the Plane of Flamey, Boss," said the demon woman. 

She added a coquettish wink that was probably supposed to be charming. 

The statement (and the physical gesture)... told him absolutely nothing. 

He took a moment to examine his body... then his mana circuits.