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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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Rude Awakening

⟬ Head Magistrate's Residence. ⟭ 

A heavy fist pounded on the door to Antonidus' bedchambers, "Head Magistrate! Head Magistrate. Are you still there?"

Ignoring the voice, Antonidus stretched his arms and back... only to have to creak, crack, and pop-- grimly reminding him of his old age. Shaking his head, he unhurriedly put on his Magistrate robe. 

An earlier series of knocks had awoken him-- and rather rudely. This set of knocks was urging him to hurry. 

He combed his long white beard thoughtfully, wondering what terrible thing had befallen his city this time... Likely, another merchant's son had been 'wrongfully' imprisoned or the Church enforcers were trying to shut down a bishop's favorite brothel. 

Maybe an important building was on fire? Flamescarred Sons of Qotal... He had ordered them all to reside outside of the city. They were all so f... flammable.