webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
1152 Chs

No Different

With a heavy heart, Krysaos made his way out of his room and through the main hallway, each trudging step slow and slower still. 

Waiting for him above deck... were the hard stares of hardier sailors; snide, passive-aggressive comments... and in at least one case, barely-contained hostility. 

If he could, he'd jail or lash or even keelhaul each and every sea-rat on the ship that looked at him funny. 

If he really did, though... there'd be maybe three or four people to run the whole ship... including himself. 

...That'd be a f*cking pain. 

"Ughhhh," Krysaos groaned loudly as he climbed the stairs, stopping in front of the double doors to the main deck. 

He clenched his fist until it hurt. 

He'd spent enough time feeling sorry for himself... so he began to focus on his anger and discontent. 

Once he went out there... he no longer had the privilege of being Krysaos the human f*cking being.