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

The runes were carved not just upon Growling Bear's flesh, but upon his heart... upon his warrior's soul.

Originally, those gifts were bestowed to his ancestors... granted by a Chieftain from the oldest of the tribes' old tales.

The Chieftain's name... lost to the ages.

Their deeds, forever immortalized in song.

As Growling Bear held onto his horse's harness, he felt the comfortable weight of his wargear, strapped to his waist.

He carried an animal totem, lovingly carved by his sister in the likeness of his namesake... It gave him the strength and the courage to carry on.

He carried his twin hatchets, newly crafted for their most recent endeavor. With their blades, he'd slit the throats of the enemy. With their spiked backs, he'd pierce their hearts through their metal skins.

He carried his black-painted war mask. Once donned, he would be without fear... without compassion.

Prologue (Part One): First Warrior