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

Pale stood a dozen paces from Maximus. The pain had gone away somewhat... but it was going to get worse later. He needed to sleep it off... or maybe ask Troia to heal him.

She was a healer... even if she was a little... huggy? She liked to hug people. He didn't mind it too much? But she was supposed to be really important-- and it made Lady Natalya really mad?

Maximus twirled his spear to the sides and above his head, then locked it pointing forward, "You really should have stayed down, kid!"

The greatest gladiator of Ezyria began to walk towards him...

His steps were really slow... and he was watching closely... being really careful...

Was he tired? He didn't look tired. He didn't look hurt, at all, actually.

Pale was very tired... his body was telling him that it needed to rest. He was hurt too... a lot-- physically.

It didn't feel good fighting someone so strong after getting used to winning all the time.

Heroes Never Lose