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 elicited the help of footman Tanamar, real name Athanasius Mors, for Athena Vanzano's ritual. He insisted upon weapons, but not armor. Against attacks powered by frost mana, Tycon doubted the effectiveness of leather and steel protection. He wore more than one layer of clothing, as well as an unnecessarily stylish wool scarf.

The drawn formation took the space of most of the basement vault. The tables and shelves were pushed out of the way and several sections of script and shapes were inscribed onto the stones. Tycon tried to summarize what exactly he'd done with the various sections.

Neither of them seemed to understand even a modicum of his efforts.

It allayed Athena's reservations. Tycon took a miniscule amount of solace in that.

Empty night... He wished they'd understood just how gods-damned hard he worked. Ultimately, however... he was not designing a ritual for praise. The true goal was to aid Athena's breakthrough to Bronze-Rank.

Frost Stone Ritual