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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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Sincerity (Part Two)

Neerin Neelia's expression fell further into grief-- further improving Tycondrius' mood.

The filth-blooded whore leaned forward, prostrating fully with her forehead to the floor. 

"What. a. sight!" Tycon grinned, "The... mighty... dragon race... lying prostrate before a mere mortal. Have you no shame, Neerin Neelia?"

He was pleased. 

But...

--that was not enough.

"Does your shamelessness stop there?" Tycon teased. 

Neerin lifted her head-- but only enough to strike her forehead against the stones. 

Again and again, enough to draw blood. 

"Tyrael, please..." she sobbed, choking on her tears, "I'm sorry... It's all my fault."

Yes. Whatever she was referring to, that was probably true. 

But still, nothing would be enough. 

"We're done here," Tycon waved. 

The miserable wretch sat up. 

She removed her gauntlets and began untying her armguards. 

Odd.