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

**Content Warning: Continuation of explicit torture and death**

Light slowly creeped into the room from beneath the heavy door. Doe's captors were returning. Maybe it wasn't too late to beg for death?

The wood-rotted door creaked open on rusty hinges, the oppressive light of a bullseye lantern spilling through. It hurt her eyes terribly. It had been so long that she hadn't been able to see.

...It had been so long without the warmth of a flame.

Seta had grown fat and bloated, her eyeless sockets staring in silent sadness at the two who entered.

An elderly man wearing tattered robes dragged his limping body into the room. Underneath white, unkempt hair, he wrinkled his large, crooked nose and blinked with eyes, clouded white. He lifted up his lantern, inspecting the caged women on display.

Sweetest Ialtrae (Part Two)