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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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Sword of the Hero

Tycondrius stood up immediately. 

His heart was pumping rapidly. His skin tingled with excitement, anxiety, and the lust for murder. The core of his Divine Armor whined and whirred, struggling to keep his mana from going berserk. 

Not just the risen sun-- the entire sky had been blotted out by a scale-ridden existence above. 

Its wings spanned the city.

No part of it suggested a maw or a tail. 

It looked... *nothing* like its spawn. 

It was merely... hideous and... and wrong. 

Was that it?

Was that the true form of the enemy?

Yes, it was massive. Yes, it was by no means comprehensible. 

But the way his pitiful mortal mind saw it-- was it just a... floating... fucking... scale-hide blanket? 

Tycon gazed upon the one and only dragon in existence.

But how the *fuck* was he supposed to kill it?

His System provided *zero* insight in that regard.