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

Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark, was supremely confident on the ground. He could even say he excelled at ground-fighting!

He wore an enchanted item on his waist-- so good it was probably a legendary item. While his knees were on the ground or he was lying on his back, his reflexes were like a tiger's and his slipperiness was like a snake's!

Also, while he wore it, he didn't have a gag reflex. He tried not to think about that.

Lone tumbled over his head, curling his body in...  and rolling towards the armed guard, he shot both feet up like a bolt from a crossbow.

POP! He landed a perfect shot against the man's chin and he crumpled to the ground like a stack of swords.

"Flamescarred shite..." Edge let out a long whistle. "Nice work, Lord Ranger."

He offered his hand to Lone, helping him up.

Lone grimaced at his partner, then at the unfortunate guard.

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