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

Tycondrius lifted the human up by the neck. The man clawed at Tycon's grip with his good arm and he kicked at his feet, unable to reach the ground.

The response was good... but it was... wrong.

An annoyed frown etched into Tycon's face. He was looking for a specific response: Repentance.

Why was no one repenting? He had specifically requested it.

Perhaps the man hadn't heard him? A large amount of adrenaline should be coursing through the gentleman's veins-- after all, his useless arm was a sliver of bone away from falling off of his body.

Tycon hated repeating himself, but circumstance seemed to demand it. He was used to shouting in hectic combat situations, but he wished the notion hadn't annoyed him so.

"REPENT!!!" Tycon screamed into the man's face, "--or your LIVES ARE FORFEIT!!!"

He changed his halberd grip, moving it up to just below the blade, "⌈Legionbreaker.⌋"

Repent (Part Two)