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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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Third-Tier Class

Though Tycondrius found the Neerin Neelia's presence barely tolerable, he did enjoy seeing her face twist with disbelief and indignation. 

"You... can't be serious? Am I talking to a brick wall?"

"I'm done talking," Tycon replied. 

He planted his feet and swung his sword. 

Neerin sheathed her forearm with mana, blocking the attack with an infuriating level of ease. 

"You're being really f*cking childish right now."

Tycon drew back, then made a careful forward-step, aiming Mercy at her throat. Neerin stepped to the side, countering with a punch.

The mana-strike had an extended range of effect, so Tycon received a blow to the chest and was forced backward. 

"If you're trying to persuade me of something," he growled, "attacking my character is a largely ineffective tactic."

"Tycon! The fate of the Realm is at stake!"

As Neerin attempted her superfluous plea, she opened her arms wide.