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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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Honest Worry

"I... would appreciate that," Tycondrius inclined his head. "Her name is Elle and I am quite... smitten with her."

"I look forward to meeting the most miraculous snake tamer in the Realm," Ophelia nodded, "I've prepared you a list of armors, weaponsmiths, and restaurants in my city."

It was obvious she'd fully expected him to accept her quest. He tried not to let it bother him... instead, taking solace that her preparations had been thorough. 

"Thank you, Ophelia," Tycon smiled. "That will be most helpful."

"Of course," She smiled back... still nostalgic, "and... thank you for listening."

"Listening costs me nothing," Tycon laughed. 

"Take the damn compliment, Maedar," Ophelia rolled her eyes. 

"Tss. Right."

"Oh, and before I forget," The elf sighed, shook her head... and granted him an uncommonly gentle smile, "Welcome to Whitehearth... old friend."

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