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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Haelvia crossed her arms, tapping on her bicep.

The Centurion asked... if Loki was here on her behalf.

The honest answer was... a resounding 'no.'

...but was that the *correct* answer? 

Loki looked down for a moment... and smirked, "Yeah?"

Raising his head, he pointed his chin towards the disgruntled Centurion and patted his palms against his chest, "So... what if I am?"

His bluster reminded Haelvia of... a scared hen raising its hackles. 

Whatever he was trying to do, it wasn't appropriate in front of their present company... whether it was the Centurion's role as the man in charge of his pay or as the strongest, most veteran, and most undeniably alpha wolf in their hundred-pup pack. 

The cold, glowing eyes of the wolf helmet had focused on her. 

Haelvia smiled half-heartedly... She took special care not to bare her teeth, just in case the Centurion might see that as a sign of aggression.