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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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Calling the ‘Doctah’

Stickyfingers stuffed his thumbs into his ear-holes to prepare himself. 

Petty Officer Bob took in a deep breath... and bellowed out a name at the top of his lungs.

"DOCCCCCC!!!"

The other Coral Boys raised their voices, echoing the name of the least qualified surgerer in the crew. Of course, the calls were equally mixed with names nowhere near as professional-- but Doc knew who he was. 

Everyone was real excited.

They were in for a good show. 

"SOMEONE CALLLLLL FER DA DOCTAH?!??" 

Doc came out of the crowd, raising his arms to court the crowd, "YEAH!! Lemme HHHHEAR ya's!!" 

The modified rifle he had strapped to his chest-- he took it off and raised it above his head with both hands. 

Flaunting his custom rifle got him a thunderous round of raucous stomping, loud cheers, and violent applause. 

"Look 'oo decided to join da pah'y! Gahaha!!" 

"Da leggy b*tch is gon' get away, ya keep F*CKIN' off!!"