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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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Honorary Elf

Tycondrius and Krysaos took Imperia and the human girl to higher ground, setting up a defensive perimeter by the edge of a steep cliff. 

Ishmael took overwatch with an enchanted crossbow, hiding in the shadows of a tall tree. Because of his vigilance, Tycon felt confident in focusing his attention on the two females. 

The human was in good condition, though she remained in a catatonic state. 

The Elf child, Imperia, was marked by dried blood-- some red, some an ominous black. However, upon further inspection, her wounds had closed. 

The Cleric did not have access to healing magics. Either the Elven Sovereign had met with the two... or the lost girl was to credit. 

A Healing Class would be a valuable asset to him... or could develop into a formidable enemy. 

Tycon checked his pocket watch when Imperia began to stir. It had been nearly a bell.