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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
分數不夠
1152 Chs

Did It Hurt?

"Get! UP!!!" 

The Hero's red hair swirled in the mana-wind, the bright, burning heat of the sun blazing white on his sword. 

"You're NOT done!! You are MORE than this!!"

Pale couldn't move. 

"Where's your hidden trump card?"

He begged and pleaded his body to move. 

"Where's your FINAL FORM?!?"

--and not because of the warrior's raging demands. 

"Wake up!! YOU CAN'T BE DEAD!!!"

His tearful... grieving... unreasonable demands...

They weren't meant for him. 

...

"Get up, kid."

Pale shot awake. 

He got to his feet in an instant. 

And he felt... regret. 

Pain surged through his legs-- shocking his whole chest and back.

Everything went numb and he collapsed hard, onto his knees. 

He shook and convulsed as his mind tried to process being alive. Each painful dry-heave sent roaring waves of pain throughout his body, from his face to his fingertips.