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

"Athena," Tycondrius approached the young Vanzano mistress. She still wore his Decanus breastplate, which remained in handsome condition. That was good. "I have something I wish to discuss with you."

"Aha... ha... H-hello, Sir Tycon," The blue-haired noblewoman had placed her hands behind her back, trying and failing to look as innocent as possible. "Craaaazy seeing you here."

Tycon narrowed his eyes...What was crazy about it? And why was the young lady hiding her hands? Hm.

He held out an open palm expectantly.

Athena sighed, resigned to her fate. With a listless expression, she placed the hilt of her rapier into Tycon's outstretched hand.

...Just the hilt. The sword's blade appeared to have shattered near its base.

Tycon took in a deep breath through his nostrils, covering his eyes with his opposite palm. Her clumsiness had broken wooden training weapons before... but one made from Tyrion steel? How unlucky was this girl?

Selflessness