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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Capture

Tycondrius' irritated gaze drifted over the paltry force sent to capture him. He felt pressured because they were agents of the Church... but as only two of the enforcers were Iron-Rank, he did not feel *threatened.* 

If he were to simply undim his vision, his ⌈Vexing Gaze⌋ skill could cripple or kill nearly all of them. 

The dwarf did have a unique class... but as Hark was also Bronze-Rank, he would die just as easily.

"Mister Harkus, is this the Decanus the Archbishop wants?" An Iron-Rank enforcer asked. 

"Aye..." Harkus glowered at Tycon, holding up a clenched fist... "You... boy... You owe me forty slugs."

That was the most preposterous statement Tycon had heard in moons. 

He pulled his hood down, glaring sharply down at the unreasonable dwarf. Tycon was annoyed before, but the dwarf's accusation made him furious. 

"Forty silver pieces..." Tycon scowled, "Are you trying to rob me, Master Dwarf?"