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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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Getting Into Position

Tycondrius inhaled through his nostrils, grimacing. Dragan had the mind to keep their conversation private from the others-- two elves and a sharp-eared goblin. Thankfully, those three paid them no mind. They were having some sort of asinine conversation with the pink-haired whelp, Fortuna. 

"Always the analyst, Mister Dragan..." Tycon sighed, offering a polite smile, "Sometimes, I'm uncertain on whether I'm the Tactician or if you are, instead."

"Pshh!!" Dragan scoffed, waving an open palm, "Thinking about the big-picture stuff is boring. I'll take my place at the front line, anysun. (I don't suppose that's changed in the future?)"

"Hah," Tycon shook his head. "It has not... You do grow in size, though. Future-you can beat current-you by physical strength, alone."

"Hur hur hurr. I sure hope so..." The Titanblood took a deep breath, his smile fading slightly... "(Is Dad in good health?)"