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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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Close to Death

Cleric Occam had successfully disrupted the White Lady's song. He immediately celebrated by removing his dark coat, flexing his muscles, and screaming obscenities. 

At whom the half-naked fellow was yelling to, Tycondrius had no idea. 

A short distance away, the Dread Wraith had recovered from her fall. She had placed her ghostly hands together, condensing black and purple mana into what appeared to be a Third-Circle destruction spell. Mister Occam was about to be obliterated by a soul-rending sphere thrice his size. 

Of course, Tycon was far enough from the spell's path and its subsequent danger. Though he wasn't willing to kill the Cleric, he had no qualms in *not* saving him. 

"Eternal Flame!! ⌈Protect! The! FAITHFUL!!!!⌋" Gold-Rank Weaponmaster Bannok dashed in front of Occam, bracing his shield. A thick veil of silvery mana formed in front of the two.