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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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Panicking a Little

⟬ Third interview: Nikandros, Captain of the Golden Eagle. ⟭ 

Stepping into the Captain's quarters, Coraline reflexively covered her nose and mouth with her hands. 

Everything. reeked. of vomit. 

...and alcohol. 

The door closed behind her and Lone. It granted them privacy... and protected Olesya from the smell. 

Coraline glanced to the wall at a ventilation duct. The magic formations that circulated clean air throughout the ship were not working fast enough. 

Taking a look around the room, it looked like it'd been stripped of anything nice. The most expensive things around were the maps on a table at its center, a compass and some measurement tools. Nikandros' military coat was hung up in an open wardrobe dresser, expensive and its breast heavy with achievement medals. 

Also... the bed was made. 

Who makes their bed in their own room? 

A psychopath, for sure.