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

"Flame eternal..." Haelvia sighed... "Alright, Loki, what's this about?"

The arrogant blockhead was a member of Guild Metal Wolf, just like she was.

In theory, he was one of the shields that guarded her left and/or right. In theory, Loki would take an arrow for her in a heartbeat... and she, the same for him.

Theories... She was starting to hate herself for her nonsensical rationalization.

"I uh..." Loki was fidgeting, kicking at the dirt... looking altogether unsure of himself.

"Spit it out, you," Haelvia urged.

When she was talking to Coraline, it was easy for her to stay focused. Without the elf's light, slightly musical, excitement, Haelvia's fatigue was quickly blanketing her brain. It made her irritable.

Loki was generally nice to look at... but Haelvia didn't care for that.

She wanted to sleep, not listen to a brat's useless whining.

Heartfelt Confession (Part Two)