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

Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark charged forward, along with his wolf, Tres Leches.

It was his chance to show Boss Tycon-- to show everyone, the results of his several moons of training in the woods. It would be his first real fight since he ranked up to Iron.

His pride as a Ranger was on the line.

Rushing forward, he grabbed onto his wolf's tail with his off-hand... With an enchanted flash of Tres Leches' crimson mana, Lone drew a fully-formed mace from the wolf's butt.

Two weapons were better than one! Boss said that his endurance was one of his best aspects, and he was trained to swing his arms for hours. The elf seemed like he was pretty skillful-- but everyone got tired eventually, especially as weak as the elf's tiny arms looked.

Pride as a Ranger