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

Tycondrius groaned and shook his head, leaning his back against a wooden wall.

Captain Krysaos was seated on the deck, comforting the crying ghost woman lying her head on his lap. He whispered gentle words to her with a radiant smile that was probably attractive to the opposite gender.

"This is deplorable!" Krysaos declared, "This ship is full of half-naked ghost girls!"

The shadow crossed its arms, looking disappointed.

Tycon agreed with the sentiment.

"Respectfully, Captain," He grimaced, "the condition of the young lady's attire is due to your earlier attempt to cut her down."

The ghost began to sob loudly, as if just remembering, "Y-you tRiiiIied to KillllLLLL mmeeeeeeee..."

Tycon furrowed his brows. She was also at fault, as she initiated the hostility. Retaliation was something to be expected.

"Hey, listen," Krysaos cooed. "I didn't mean it like that."

A Crime