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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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That Which He Loved (Part Two)

Still holding Natalya's hand, Tycondrius put another steak on the grill. 

He salted it.

He put a bit of oil on it, infused earlier with some aromatics. 

Then, he closed his eyes. He silently thanked the more-silent gods. 

At least he still had his senses. 

He'd heard war gave some people a sordid taste in their mouth-- some losing their sense of taste, entirely. 

But that didn't happen to him.

So he was thankful.

Beef was still delicious.

Everything else could fuck right off and wait. 

All Tycon wanted... was to relax...

...and eat another steak. 

And that goal, he was in the process of achieving. 

He was in good company-- great company. 

Meat. Wine. Beautiful woman at his side. 

Life was *great.*

Life was *fucking* perfect. 

He stared into the fire of his lovely grill-- and he took note of his lovely-er wife.