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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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Felicity smiled with embarrassment, "Thank you so much, Miss Maisie."

Elladan nodded, "We'll... uh... make sure that horndog doesn't make any more trouble."

Coraline followed Elladan's thumb, which pointed behind him at one of the unused tables. 

There, Ramon laid, his breath probably still reeking of alcohol and vomit. He was lightly snoring, using the tablecloth as an improvised blanket. 

Miss Maisie walked over to the unconscious man, stroking his horned forehead as if he were a child, "Don't think ya hafta worry 'bout the big lug for tha next few bells-- at least!"

The woman in the Alizeaun maid outfit waved energetically, before practically prancing out of the dining hall. 

She had mentioned drowsiness as a possible side effect of the tincture she mixed for Mister Ramon. It put the big man down like a battlehammer to the head.