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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

Guesswork

Elle felt her muscles stiffen, frozen in fear as the bipedal creature stepped into the light cast by Summer Song. 

He... was even taller than she was. The snarling head atop his broad shoulders was that of a golden lion, his mane weaved into thick braids. He wore a set of battleworn Centurion armor-- old if not ancient, and bearing emblems of a legion forgotten by time. 

As he approached, Elle found her attention on his wicked right arm. 

The entirety of its skin glowed green and was marked with a scale-like pattern. At its end, enclosed in his fist was an evil-looking staff, the blood-red crystal atop it finely honed to a deadly point. 

He was built like a Martial Class... but he was obviously also a Caster of some kind. Either way... 

⟬ This... creature is too powerful to fight. ⟭