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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

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**Content Warning: Sexual Activity**

Scarmother Megaira took the moment to gaze into the eyes of the faithful scout... and at his more interesting parts. 

He looked... delicious, wearing nothing but warpaint and the blood of the Flame-worshippers... his excitement from the battle clear for her to see. It lit a fire within her that she could barely stifle-- something that worshipping the Eternal Flame never could for her. 

It was a gods-damned shame, though... She wasn't afforded the time to partake in him. 

If Megaira wanted Orcus to reward her properly, she had to keep her focus on the mission. 

She grabbed the young man's chin... and gently stroked his rough-shaven chin, "Spit it out, boy. Or I'll cut the answers from your flesh."

The man grinned for a moment... but his face quickly twisted into concern, "We've encountered some resistance on the southern streets-- a Tyrion mercenary guild with a Kasydonian banner."