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

⟬ Head Magistrate's Courtyard, Present time. ⟭

The twenty-foot tall Orcus towered over Tanamar, resting its enchanted greataxe on its pauldron.

Tanamar tried to stand... but he was barely able to get to a knee. Since his failed ⌈Oath⌋ attack, he needed to rest a few more minutes and clear his mind before he could activate any useful Skills...

He needed help... or both he and Athena would die.

He slammed his palms into the sandy dirt. The fingers he used to draw his bow were bleeding.

"C... creation is a noble charge," He whispered, shaping his fingers into a diamond.

"[WhaAaaAt's thisss?!]" Tancred laughed, "[I know FLAME. TAKEN. WELL that you're outta mana, 'Thanasius. You have any idea how pathetic you look, right now?]"

'Just let it happen, Tancred,' Tanamar thought to himself. His twin brother always talked too damned much.

Heaven Creation