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

⁆ My entire crew is made up of idiots. ⁅

Lieutenant Tycon removed his Officer's cap and swept back his annoyingly perfect green hair before replacing it, "I feel the need to remind you, Brother-Captain... that best practice dictates that we work with what is provided to us."

"Yeah, man... I get it," Krysaos heaved a sigh. "No use cryin' over tossed loot and shite... but seriously-- sea god's f*cking suspenders, this is ridiculous."

He gestured upward at the main mast, "Our sails are made of patchwork and... and underpants. And they're RED."

Tycon placed his hand on his chin, "I thought it strange, the red paint... I'm assuming the order to paint them was not yours."

"It most definitely was NOT," Krysaos narrowed his eyes. "And look at the deck! Dozens of holes-- can't fix those, either. Remember the other sun where I almost fell through and you had to help me out?"

Disappearance