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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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1152 Chs

Mockery

Revek Rexeris dragged his body across the cavern floor, scraping the rocks with his skeletal ribs... and he stared into the pool of white fish... at his reflection.

Instead of magnificent red scales and powerful curvature of his horns... he saw... the skull of a defeated dragon.

Green flames in the black sockets of his eyes... weathered bone, yellowed by age... marred with cracks from the crushing blows of the Leviathan's heavy limbs. His left horn... sawed off... by men... with naught but evil and greed in their hearts. 

Revek Rexeris was no longer fit to call himself a dragon... not even a pathetic excuse for one. 

He was... undead... a dracolich. A cursed existence to both men and his kin, alike. 

Her ghost stood behind him... her green eyes sparkling in the pool's reflection... still as beauteous as he'd remembered. She... was the greatest treasure he'd ever known. 

⊰ Why, then Revek Rexeris... have you not yet moved on? ⊱