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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

Playing the Game

Benji grinned as he watched the elf squirm. 

Even though the mage didn't know it yet, she was already out of options-- without hope. 

The stupid b*tch even looked straight at the alleyway. 

Earlier, he and Boss Porter scoped out the restaurant and the surroundings. The biggest reason they chose to engage was that they could cover the back exit-- the only logical place Coraline could run. 

And if she tried to do just that... she'd probably piss herself when she ran into a man five times her size. 

It'd probably be hi-f*ckin-larious, too. 

The big behemoth, Doan, was waiting for her there... ready to stick something hard down her throat-- something with an edge on it. 

That was how the Bone Rats operated. Smart. Logical. Once they got a contract... they only chose to play if they could win before any of the cards were dealt. 

Then there was Porter, sitting and smiling... the calm hiding the shite-storm to come.