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

Tanamar lied, broken and bleeding on the arena sands. He held himself up by his elbows, helplessly watching a cripple in a cage ominously walking toward him. Even though this was a tournament... he was pretty sure he was going to die.

It pissed him off that he was going to be killed by trash.

It pissed him off even more that he couldn't do anything about it.

...Then a blast of torrential wind sent the bear tumbling backward.

"⌈Soothing Winds,⌋" Zenon stood tall, a bleeding, half-dead mess, walking on two legs.

Tanamar's chest felt warm... and he felt his open wounds immediately start to knit. He shot his eyes open wide, suddenly awake, and energized.

He was so happy he could almost kiss the guy. Almost.

Tanamar smirked, "Zenon, you beautiful son of a b*tch."

Zenon chuckled to himself, offering a hand, "I uh... you're welcome, bud."

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