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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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Murktide

The dark relic fascinated Chantal.

It was a rod made of black, scarred adamantine, scarcely longer than her hand. 

The black waters that gushed forth from its unassuming form seemed as endless as the night sky... and somehow, even deeper than the abyssal depths of her seas. 

The artifact allowed her fleet to sail across the sky, amidst the clouds.

A wry smile crossed her lips. 

It was... poetic. 

"All my life, I have been a daughter of Murktide... and wis zis artifact, I have come to command it."

Daughter...

Because of her shite choice of words, Chantal began to think of her father.

She missed him terribly. 

She knew the identity of his murderer.

Oh, how she would have loved to change course, sailing half her fleet half across the Realm to find that filth-ridden son of a bitch.

...but she was a woman ever-beholden to her duty. 

--and to her father's legacy.