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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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The Usual

The members of the Brazen Guard collective followed their guild leader, Bannok. Frothing at the mouth, the Gold-Rank Weaponmaster led a screaming, barbaric charge into 'glorious' combat. 

Sergeant Salt called for his Gunners to fire at will. That was fine. 

Tycondrius had other plans. 

"Avoid firing at the wizard, Sergeant."

Salt aimed down the barrel of his rifle, and with a loud bang, melted a hole through the chest of an axe-wielding ghost, "Aye aye, Sir!!" 

"Letalis forward team," Tycon raised his offhand, signaling to his allies, "--with me."

Lightly jogging forward, he was followed by Korr, Lone, Athena, and Tanamar. Tycon shot a not-so-subtle glare at Zenon and the Centurion followed, as well. 

Lone ran alongside him, wolf-hammer and sword in hand, "The usual, Boss?"

"Indeed," Tycon flourished his long, curved sword, pointing it directly at the cobra-helmed undead, "Geek the mage, if you would."