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

The elf in the distance had two long, straight-blades and... he moved around the battlefield like he was dancing. He swayed back and forth like waves in water. He leapt into the air, spinning in the wind. He even did a flip. And then he did ANOTHER flip! He was like a flipping GOD!!

Every motion... Lone desperately tried to burn into his memory. He couldn't see exactly what the elf was doing... how he was moving his sword... how he moved his body like it was to the tune of primal, yet graceful violence.

But everything he did-- ever tiny movement he made... cultists fell. It was like... they suddenly got tired of living. And when they were stopped moving, red lines would appear on their bodies and their limbs or heads would just... split off. Blood shot out of their bodies like... they had waterspouts that shot blood instead of water. Bloodspouts.

No... It wasn't Pale... it was...

Who in the seven hells was that guy?

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