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

Ishmael picked up a Tyrion pilum and casually hurled it, spearing the offending Titanblood through the mouth.

Not even granted a chance to scream, the body collapsed onto the sands.

"Nicely done," Tycondrius nodded.

The shadow waved as if to say it wasn't anything worthy of praise.

Tycon looked on in amusement as the lime-green Coral Boy began to drag his body towards the ship.

"Sea god's... socks," Krysaos cursed. "What the hells is that guy doing?"

"Refusing to die," Tycon answered. "Respectable."

Another of the creatures, shirtless and with dozens of holes pockmarking his rocky, peach-colored skin was running towards them. He flailed his arms, carrying an axe and a military pick-- "MOVE OUTTA DA WAYYYYY!!!"

Tycon and his companions obediently moved, allowing the screaming monstrosity to run past. The fellow ran over the injured gentleman, stomping his back as he ran with unnecessary cruelty.

Stolen Valor