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 flicked his wrist, activating his spatial ring and summoning his Sword of Venom in hand. A Gold-Rank weapon spirit inhabited its Orcish-runed scabbard... If it cooperated, Zenon would have the chance to recover.

Placing the scabbard against Zenon's chest, Tycon gave a mental order to his System.

« System, establish communication with Garock. »

⟬ Establishing connection... ⟭

Tycon shut his eyes for a moment, re-opening them to find himself no longer in the Caeruleum gladiator pits, but instead, in the lush swamps of the Free Nation.

Tycon found the old Orcish Samurai in his home, seated on the floor and concentrating on his craft at a low table. Just as Tycon remembered, Garock wore the simple clothes of a farmer... but the set he wore seemed... cleaner, more cared for. He sat with a straight back, focused and calm.

Centurion’s Fall