CouchSurfingDragon

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

Headed by a Snake

The cloaked and hooded elf unbound one of their two long, straight swords from their waist.

Tycondrius narrowed his eyes at the action. Only a single sword?

Lone's previous four fights were all done bare-handed-- bloody fistfights that raised the crowd's energy the more either party suffered and swelled.

Now he'd face an edged weapon. Tycon hoped he wouldn't die too quickly for him to heal. It would be somewhat of a waste of all his prior training.

The elf then unsheathed their sword, wielding that in their right and the empty scabbard in the left-- an improvised blunted weapon.

"Felinus, First-Ranger of the Brazen Guard," The elf introduced himself with a male name.

Tycon was inwardly thankful for it. Because of the elf's light voice, he struggled to discern their-- err... his gender.