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

Haelvia held her hand out as she ran, Gaheris matching the motion. She wasn't going to make it in time.

But then... Lancelot dropped low, planting a flaming elbow into the bear's gut. In a smooth motion, he grabbed hold of the red and white armor's wrist and pulled its arm close.

Haelvia watched in disbelief as the smaller armor shifted its weight... and rolled the massive bear over its shoulder, sending it into the ground with a thunderous crash.

A soft, but deep chuckling came out of Gaheris' interface. Tychon-- he... he was fine.

"Hm. Haha..." The handsome youth smiled, "I very much like the way you call my name. I'd like to hear it much more tonight."

As he was speaking, Lancelot straddled the fallen bear's chest and began to hammer down onto its snout and chest with fiery fists.

Gaheris slowed his steps as Haelvia breathed a deep-- if exasperated sigh of relief...

"Your answer, Elle?" Tychon asked.

Reason to Hate