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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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Death Wish

Garock thrust out his left to block the fired crossbow bolt with the thick layers of muscle on his forearm. 

"Tss," Tycondrius hissed in frustration, reloading another bolt. The Orcish Samurai had Gold-Rank perception, the reflexes to match, and reacted to the tiny projectile as much as a bear to a splinter. 

It only seemed to anger him. 

Tycon quick-fired a second bolt at the charging orc's center of mass. 

Garock ducked his head and dodged to the side, but his size worked against him. The blessed bolt lodged deep into the orc's right shoulder. 

Tycon took solace that if he was going to die here, he'd at least be certain his opponent would be greatly inconvenienced.