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

At the edge of Tanamar's mana formation, the cool winds swirled about, curious to his call. The flames just-outside, they rose and fell, bowing out of respect.

The ground shook, its crackling roars praising his name. The spirits of water and ice heeded his demands, forming a protective barrier upon his one true love, Athena.

Tanamar raised his hand forward, grasping a mana longbow-- a gift from the heavens, themselves.

He finished speaking that which was forbidden... and the world grew still.

Slowly... deliberately... he created a holy arrow, nocking it in his bow.

"This is my ⌈Oath⌋: Death to the enemies of Sol Invictus."

Loosening his grip, a beam of concentrated light shot forward... bright enough to burn a human's soul into nothingness.

"[Hah! HAHAHAH!!]" Tancred cackled, "[I've already seen that attack a DOZEN times!!!]"

The crimson armor emitted a low, ear-splitting roar, "⌈Dragonscale WAAALLLL!!!!⌋"

Divine Armorsmith (Part One)