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

Lieutenant Shao Ran kicked the door of the Necromancer's hut, the strength granted to him by his cursed blood blowing it off of its hinges. From a scream of pain from one of the men outside, it sounded like he got one.

No one expects the door to attack them. He was pretty proud of himself for such a genius tactical move.

"M-my door!" The Necromancer shouted, "I... I just replaced it last week."

Ran pulled his cloth mask up and drew Chaleb's ancestral blade, "Your life is more important than a piece of wood, kid."

Walking outside into the cool night breeze, Ran breathed in the sea salt and fish rot in the air. Because of his Sea Wolf Curse, fighting in such close proximity to the ocean allowed his ki to circulate and regenerate almost effortlessly. That combined with his healing factor, he could shrug off sword stabs as easily as wooded splinters.

It was still annoying to breathe deeply, though.

Vengeance Given Flesh