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 craven you seek is dead,)" Tycondrius explained. "(He took his own life, yesterday evening.)"

The original pilot of Talks-With-Fire was a shining beacon of morale within Guild Metal Wolf. When faced with the pressure of an unbeatable enemy... he embraced his fears and gave into cowardice.

From what Tycon was told, that fellow didn't even do it well. He asphyxiated himself with a rope or belt.

It was... a slow and excruciating way to die.

Tycon didn't even bother to remember his name.

The elf swallowed the blood in his throat... and nodded. That was enough. He lied still, with his eyes closed... the rage in his heart transformed into grief and helplessness.

"(Tycondrius,)" Tycon answered honestly, "(Chieftain of Tribe Invictus.)"

"(...Do it, then, Tycondrius of Invictus,)" Growling-Bear whispered... "(I have lived... long enough.)"

Prophecy Unspoken