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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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Name Yourself (Part Two)

The swirling fragments of Valeria's broken sword rose up, lighting the forest canopy a brilliant gold. 

The pieces snapped together in a cacophony of sparks, forming a great fanged beast with eight spined legs and six jagged wings. 

The level of power in that creation was so obscene that Valeria couldn't even call it her own Spell. 

It was... terrifying. 

Her will had become an unstoppable force-- destruction incarnate. 

The raw, magical truth of an unforgiving Realm was shaped by divine claws into something inconceivable to her. 

Yet, mere seconds before the whirlwind of power could collide with Landris Wyndham... it stopped. 

The bolts of lightning on the mana-creature's back stilled-- only half-formed. 

The molten flame erupting from its maw slowed to a halt-- frozen in time. 

Ink-black puddles of darkness again appeared all around Landris... and from those impossibly dark holes came countless pale hands.