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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

CouchSurfingDragon · 奇幻
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1152 Chs

Answering the Call

The Right thing to do...

Tycondrius nodded thoughtfully.

Guorthigirn made a good point. 

And thus it followed... giving a speech was, in fact, appropriate. 

For those about to die... he would send them off as best he could. 

"Crystal Core, this is Godslayer."

It was the callsign of their Operations Tent, so named for the Dungeon Core that powered Whitehearth's communications line. 

["Go ahead? Sir?"] Sindal answered. 

"Transmit my voice on open comms."

["R-roger that, Godslayer. You're on... now."]

Tycon took a deep breath...

His heart was pounding and his mana circulation was erratic. 

He was strangely nervous. 

But why? For suddenly being asked to speak to 60,000 sentients? 

He wasn't afraid of them. They posed no threat to his life-- far unlike the god-beast he tasked himself with hunting. 

That he was suddenly and nonsensically anxious... annoyed him greatly.